I don’t exactly crave a relationship. 

 I crave someone loving me.

I want to be the reason someone’s heart leaps when they walk into a room, the reason their smile is from ear to ear, the reason their eyes twinkle brighter than the farthest star.

Or maybe I crave someone’s arms to wrap around my waist, their warm lips against my neck, their soft whispers in my ear as I sink into their chest.

I crave to be someone’s home.

I crave the feeling of home.