Lovefool

"..love me love me,
say that you love me,
fool me fool me,
go on and fool me.."

Dear lonely isle,

There are many kinds of people in this world. But sometimes, the line divides it into two simple worlds.
The loved, and the unloved.
But how do we really know which side we belong on?
And for that matter, does anyone actually belong to the side under the heading 'unloved'?
Perhaps we like to think we do. Perhaps it's because of that one love you didn't get, the one love you couldn't get, you immediately hop on to the shelf marked 'unloved'.
But are we truly unloved?
Is there one person in the world, who is truly and utterly despised by all, that none should feel even the littlest bit of love for him?
But we all have our days. Days when we feel that world has turned it's back on us and left us with an amazing view of its behind. When all hope is lost, and we sink into the sorrowful pits of feeling 'unloved'.
Sometimes, blinded by foolish emotions and thoughts, we seek to hurt ourselves in ways to be noticed, maybe even acknowledged. But at the end of the day, the people who hurt the most is us. Deep inside. Where nobody sees. And maybe nobody knows.
And usually we're wrong. Because there's always a somebody who knows. Even if we don't know that somebody yet.
But days come, and days go. Even the longest days end. And even after the longest nights, the sun will still rise come dawn.
So am I loved? Or unloved?

Maybe tonight, just for tonight, I want to believe in the latter.

love, joyce.