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7/3/18, 9:15 p.m.

i suddenly see how lonely i am.

i am suddenly aware just how deprived my soul has become.

i need someone,
someone to not just talk to,
but to love.
a love that my body craves:
full of passion
and
desire.
the kind of passion that floods your senses,
and allows you to think of nothing more
than your partner.
intense like a rip current,
and yet, soft,
like the breeze tangling itself into the smooth surface of the ocean.
i crave attention,
but not from everyone.

only a single person.

and i don't think that person knows who they are,
mainly because i don't even know who they are.

i just need someone who will care,
don't you?