Sanctuary of Want

This is not a love story.
This is a sanctuary for all the wrong kinds of wanting. It's for the people who memorized someone else's laugh like scripture. For the ones who would bleed themselves dry just to feel loved in return. For the quiet girls who loved loud in their heads but silent in the world.
This isn't healing. This is haunting.

"There are places inside me where your name rings like a church bell, too loud, too holy, too wrong."