this is an incredibly unoriginal take, i know, but sometimes it’s nice to just have someone to hold and be held.
to have a person.
solitude is nice,
but i’m experiencing the fleeting yet grounding feeling for the first time in my life that i am utterly helpless in the arms of another. it is not obsession in the traditional sense. it is not settling for what you can get.
it’s a feeling that i couldn’t possibly articulate. it’s the visceral and raw pulling in my chest at the thought of my person.
i don’t know exactly what this feeling is but it’s the loveliest and most nauseating notion i have ever had.