I didn't know how happy I would be in your arms until I was. I didn't know how sweet your kisses were until I felt them. I didn't know how much it calmed me to hold your soft hand while your thumb lightly caressed the back of my small, delicate hands. I didn't know how comfortable and warm your cuddles were. Your soft heartbeat that I heard each time I laid my head on your chest.
I didn't know how much I loved you, then. You didn't know.
You still don't know.
You don't know how much I love and care about you.
And you may never know.
I may never feel these things again.
I want to love.
I want to be loved.
Will nobody love me?
So now I'm listening to piano music in my hoodie wishing I had somebody to cuddle into the embrace of and fall asleep in their warm hugs.
My sweater paws need a hand to hold.
I wish I had more hoodies...
I really wish I knew, but I didn't know, and I won't ever know.
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𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔/𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 (Reader X Character)
Historia CortaThese are just short little imagines in the second person with you (the reader) as the main character and just experiencing life. This could be with your soulmate, Best friend, acquaintance, family, etc. I make it as gender-inclusive as possible try...