Oh, how I crave love.
Like water, like food, like sleep.
I crave it as if I needed it.
Smile at me. Render my heart helplessly besotted.
Kiss my name.
Kiss my soul.
Dream with me.
Cup my face so I might feel your hands against my cheek.
Hold my hand, rest your head on my shoulder, laugh in my ears.
Let me fall because I am willing to jump.
Let me fall in love with another as smitten by the idea of love, as to recreate it however we can.
Sorry, I'm a romantic.
