It's just that extra inch. The extra stretch you'll go, the extra word you say, the extra look you give.
Is it hard to truly feel loved? Being treated as a commodity seems that it is the only thing society has to offer today. Little words, little compliments, do they last for even a split second? At the end of the day you know it is all meaningless, so is there any reason why we should bother paying attention to them? It isn't like we're receiving those words from someone worth caring for? It's always strangers and inhumane hearts who prey upon the weakest link, expecting them to fall deeply for their kind words, knowing they'll leave, receiving what they came for. But we care too much for those little words, those little looks. But in a few moments they'll be forgotten, they'll return to being unseen by the human mind, because if those little things were worth it, then they would have been remembered.
On the other hand, is it wrong to want to feel the sense of brightness inside of you for a split second, regardless whether it remains? Does it mean you are weak for wanting those little moments some receive every day? Are we selfish? Do we crave more? Even though we may seem weak during these particular moments, our poor level of strength should not be determined, for we are strong and great, it's just those moments we go through, we need those little words to keep us at comfort, to keep us sane.
