It's hard to not feel loved.
Sure, I have friends and family, but does that really count? When they look at me there is no gleam in their eye, and almost always I see a forced smile.
I never did anything wrong. Why do I not have love like others do?
Everyday I see people do shit, talk shit, act like the shit they are, and they still get their reward of love. They have fingers to entertwine with, lips to kiss, and a body to hold.
And oh, I can tell you how much I need to be held.
Arms wrapped around my curvy body, strong yet gentle hands gripping my shoulders. His stomach pressed to my back to where I am consumed in his warmth, feeling his nose nuzzle into the crevice of my neck. Everything I want there at my fingertips, all my love there waiting for me.
Like something like that could ever happen to me.
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Oh, do I wonder.
Teen FictionChristine wants love more than anything. Living in a life consisting of misunderstanding and loneliness, what she longs for is someone to hold her. But what will come to be when love finally arrives?
