The things my heart desires.

I yearn to hold hands with someone and I desire the warm embrace that would bring forth the annoying butterflies in my stomach. I long to be kiss, lightly on my forehead and slowly on my lips, peppering small kisses on someone’s face while whispering cherished endearments back and forth. I crave for a connection, one that would last a life time and could never by broken even by the force of time. I itch for the feeling of contentment just by being in the presence of someone special. Even more, I lust for the of feeling being loved. Of being in love. I yearn to meet someone that could erase all my worries, hold me as I fall asleep, kiss me when I’m lonely, hug me when I’m cold, laugh with me when I’m feeling happy, and love me when I feel like no one else does.