The Whitespaces of Loneliness

I am not lonely because I am unloved. I want to be clear about that. My parents, my close friends, I can see the love, I am grateful for it. This isn't about that. This is about the love I have to give, and nowhere to put it. I've tried talking about it. With the close ones. They listen, they get it but they don't feel the weight of it. How could they? There's a text I have written and deleted…