Loneliness is such an old friend now, the aching heart now yearns for someone.
Someone who'll caress my folds and whisper into my hair that I am his little flower. Someone who'll kiss the life out of me and keep his arms around until I am reduced to a mess of mush.
Someone who'll sleep on my shoulder more often than the pillow, sneak a kiss on my thigh when he lays his head. Someone who'll giggle with me over the most atrocious of anecdotes and the lousiest of attempts at a joke.
Someone who'll tell me that marriage is something he actually sees with me. Someone who'll make me realize that love in its rawest form is scary, crazy, yet the warmest feeling you'll ever feel. Someone who'll hold my hand when he notices the cracking of my knuckles, calming my anxiety. Someone who'll look at me the way the roses look at the rain.
And someone who'll ask me, in a world of constellations, to be his entire galaxy.
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