i'm going to laugh in the face of the next person who tells me they love me.

I don't want to be loved.
I would simply like to be... wanted.
I want someone to say to me,
"I sure would like to wake up next to you in the morning."

Love seems to have been abstracted into a word
and perhaps a vague feeling.

Love is no longer an action.
It doesn't seem to require anything out of the lover.

I feel like "love" has become almost completely meaningless.
So I'm giving up on it.

Next time you start to have warm, fuzzy feelings for me,
please don't tell me.

Instead could you maybe just...
do something nice for me?

What if you couldn't be with the person you loved?
Even if they loved you too?
Even though there was nothing holding you back?
Nothing except...
"Oh I love you very much, but I don't have time for you."

"I love you very much but I have more important things to deal with than you right now."

Would you be as miserable as I am right now?

Or is there something wrong with me?