twenty years.

I have been alive for nearly
twenty years; and yet
not a single moment
have I ever been
in love.

Twenty years of life; of
living with smiles and tears and
joy and sadness. Twenty years
I have spent in company of
family and friends and a comrade
like no other but
still-
no one to love.

Is this a selfish request
to ask of God- that I
should possibly find someone
to love
to cherish
to treasure with
my entire being?

Is this my fault entirely
to begin with- the tasteless
unappealing
jeans-with-checkered-shirt
over-tees-and-trainers
kind of girl that
I am?

I want to love.

And I want to be loved.

I wonder if that's too much
to ask. I wonder if I'm
being too greedy and
thankless.

I wonder if it's wrong
to simply wish to be able
to tell someone I love them
and be told they
love me in
return.

I have been wondering for
nearly twenty years;
how much longer do I
have to keep wondering?