I envy them...
They always have someone, somewhere to go home to...
Their smile, their happiness...
I wish I could feel that, but I couldn't...

I wonder...
How it feels to know that there is someone waiting for you to get home...
Someone to go home to...
Someone... to love...

Sometimes I wonder...
What it feels to love..
What it feels to be loved...
I wonder...

Because I am cursed to never know what love is...