I felt a bit like the sunflowers too. Rather than thirsty though, I felt hungry; hungry for proper love and affection and true intimacy, not some half-arsed substitute for love.
It was pathetic how I kept being treated. I knew now that none of it was my fault; it was the douchebag guys who assumed that I was the fun party girl to have a good time with.
I wasn’t the party girl, I was the good girl who liked to have fun with her friends occasionally.
I knew how that sunflower felt. I was exhausted too as though I needed new life breathed into me.
I wondered who would water me.