Oscar

My body feels like it has aged 20 years in the past 6 months. My soul continues to feel like it has lost.. I am reading the Brief and Wondorous Life of Oscar Wao and I love Oscar. I think Oscar and I could have been friends. When he threw himself at the train, I broke out in a storm of tears. And in his failure, the tears rushed even harder. Oscar and I understand the feeling of being broken -- the feeling of desire. We understand the ultimate crushing feeling of failure and loneliness. I never knew that I was this type of person. I wouldn't call myself co-dependent per se. I do not need someone to be at my beck and call, to spend each moment with me. And yet, I crave and ache for the moment I get to run my hands through someone's hair or nestle my head in their neck even if it's not for love. Is that so wrong?