oh how i so deeply crave to be held as i dance slowly through a dark field of dasies as a soft autumn rain surrounds us both. i want you to look me in the eye as he slowdance to 'Cherry Wine', or 'I, Carrion' or that band you love so much. whatever song you want, my dearest, we'll find a way to make it ours.
how i so deeply long to be loved in the ways people on screens and in novels are loved, to be held and appreciated for who i am, rather than who im pretending to be.
oh how i yearn for you to love me in return, my dear. i love you. i will never stop loving you.