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.
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 11:58 PM UTC
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.
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