Wishing upon a star for love.
Yet it’s not sex what I crave, it’s the intimacy of being in someone’s company.
The affection. The attention. The small touches.
The need to be there for someone. That profound understanding.
That intense gaze, that when is on you if feels like it see’s into your soul.
Finding the answers to life. Its meaning all in a person’s sincere love for you.
It’s like finding your own little universe in someone’s love.
Being able to be yourself without fear of rejection. Being loved with all flaws is my wish.
Wishing to be understood. In a way that walking into a room causes lust.
Even if one were to wear oversized clothes or likes to dye their hair different colors.
Been deemed unlovable, unreachable, yet no one has tried.
Why lie? Why cause pain? Why cause sorrow?
When you can be true to oneself leading to happiness.
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