Naivete

I've always been what I think is a simple girl. One who is easily contented with life. Lived all my life with what I am given. I am not from a rich family, I live in a mere 3-room flat. I share a room with my sister. Sure, there are times when I do complain, many times I wished I was richer. But I've been contented.

When it comes to love, I've never been one who expects too much. No need for materialistic gifts or expensive dinners. All I want is to be with someone I love who loves me. And be happy together. Yet the simplicity of this seems so hard to achieve.. Will love never be enough? And why? 

Sometimes I think I love too much.