I crave to be loved. To be held. To be touched.
I long for a home. A home that I don't have. Somewhere to just belong. Somewhere to call my own.
But it doesn't matter. None of it matters.
Because I have no right to crave and long for something I'm not worthy of.
YOU ARE READING
Snippets
Short StorySnippets from books I'll never write because I know I can't do them justice.
