My parents are separated which makes it easier for me to get what I want. When my mom won't give me what I want, I can always run to daddy. When neither of them can provide, there is always someone I can run to satisfy my needs.
At 22, things aren't as easy to get like they used to be. I can't throw a fit or a tantrum in the middle of the mall. Why not? What I want isn't an object anymore. What I want is someone. Someone I can't have. What do you do then?
He's tall and dark. And funny and nice. And sweet and smart. And down to earth and genuine. And he's there standing in front of me but I can't see him clearly because someone is blocking my view. That someone is telling me not to get any closer. That someone is his, and he is hers. And I am me. With nothing.
