Insecurity is a poor substitute for a friend or a love. You can’t wake up in the morning and see a face you love looking back at you. You can’t embrace, kiss, and love with insecurity.
I can’t hold a hand or say “I love you”. I can’t hear a laugh or see a smile. I can’t stay up all night and talk and laugh with insecurity.
Instead of the ball and chain I call insecurity, I want a friend, a love, a person who sets my soul on fire with the sight of a smile or the sound a laugh.