I'm starting to really understand that my life will never be what I hope it will.
I will never be skinny
I will never be rich
I will never feel secure
I will never be famous
I will always be afraid of losing him
I may never be a real mother
Will I ever be happy?
Life will never be what I hope for
The only thing that has exceeded my expectations in life has been your love. Is it any wonder I'm forever terrified of having it taken from me?
My life will never be what I really want, because all that I want can't compete with my need for you. If I must choose, I choose you. But will I be happy?
