Thoughts on affection

Affection expressed means a lot to me. They are little reminders of love and care. When that is absent, I fend it exceedingly hard to believe that people still care. Harder still is when I see others who enjoy the reminders that I so desperately desire. I question whether I belong. I question whether people still care. I question my feelings, and every question yields more sorrow. There's not much else to do but just go on, and let what happens happen. But the yearning in my soul for people's consistant affection grows and grows, and the ache of loneliness get's harder and harder to ignore.

But people are happy, families are close. It's just me that falls outside the lines somewhere.