I wish I was her again some day (AKA Living with Anxious Attachment)

I wish I were her dogs. The way she Unconditionally loves them is the truest form of love I’ve ever seen. They cuddle together for hours. There wrongs are justified, and their rights are too few. I just want her to love me unconditionally like that.

I wish I were her phone. It captures her attention like I can never do. For hours she holds it, and caresses It ever so slightly while playing games, scrolling thru Facebook, or Networking dogs. I just want her to hold me and show me that level of undivided attention

I wish I was her pipe. Her lips touch it many times a day. Like she is giving it the most passionate kiss that she doesn’t give me anymore. The satisfaction and comfort she feels from holding her pipe, she doesn’t feel with me anymore. I just want her to be that comfortable, and satisfied with me.

I wish I meant as much to her as rescuing animals. Her dedication to it is like I have never witnessed. The countless hours she spends, and her passion for it is like a double edge sword cutting thru my heart. The satisfaction she get from it is more than I can ever offer her. I just want her to be that dedicated, and passionate about me.  

I am not sure I will ever be the dogs, phone, animal rescue, or pipe to her. I am not sure I will ever be the person that she passionately wants to kiss on a daily basis, or she cuddles with for hours at a time. I may never capture her attention for hours each day. She may never want to be dedicated and passionate about me again. All I can do is continue to love her and have hope that I will be all these things to her again someday.