I want to hug someone.
I want to put my face on your chest, and be nowhere else but there; in your arms.
I wish to be in your arms and I want our faces to disappear; I want everyone to think we're lost, and we decide we dont want to be found. I want to hear your heart beat, and lose every other sound I know until I forget the sound of my own name.
I want to kiss someone.
I want to be somewhere I'm not supposed to be, and I want to press my lips to yours and let it be okay with you.
I want to feel my face flush, and my entire body hear up, as our hearts beat faster and harder; until it feels like they'll fall out of our chests and bleed. I want to kiss you until it feels like I'm not a real person anymore, just a soul connected with yours, even if its only for a little while.
I want to comfort someone.
I want to be there with you and listen to you when you dont think anyone will. I want your problems to be my problems, and we handle them together. I want to fight your demons for you, and I want you to know I have you and you have me.
I want to love someone.
I want you to be part of my life. I want to be part of yours. I want to be with you even if we arent together. I want to hug, kiss, and comfort you. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine, even if we aren't eachothers. I want you, in your purest simplest form.
I want my love. I want you. I want to be with you and I want to show you me. I want to let myself be hugged, kissed, and comforted without being scared, and without thinking of the future. I want to be with someone who makes me unafraid. I want to be loved, in my loves truest and purest form. I want to be loved in my definition of love, and I want to love in your definition of love.
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Painfully Realistic
General FictionThis book isn't Fiction. This book isn't Nonfiction. This book is about things that we see happening every single day but don't talk about. About things, we see at school. At work. Down the block. At the coffee shop. Things we see everywhere...
