When you’re surrounded by love all the time.

Deep love.

Wide love.

Love that expects nothing in return.

Love that just wants to see you smile.

All this love, and yet

Lonely. Empty.

And you acknowledge that others may not have this love. And you do. And it’s blissful. But still

You are a void that cannot be filled.

And somehow, someway, even on your darkest most unlovable days, the love stays. 

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Poem by Alison Monette and copyright protected (rights are author’s). Photo is from Pexels. (Thank you, Alison 💖)

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