I have to admit, one of my favorite things in the world is waking up in the morning with someone in bed with me. For pretty much my entire life, I had always been kind of an after thought for people.
My parents were often out of town, whether it was for business or just for fun, and I was usually left behind. Both of them preferred early morning flights, so they often took off without telling me.
It was how I ended up in boarding school for middle school and high school, but even in 1st or 2nd grade, I often woke up to an empty house.
You get pretty used to being alone when it happens often enough, but it takes a toll on you after a while. I feel like I have spent the majority of my teenage years seeking approval from people who will finally prove to me that I am someone worth loving
