My hands crave the tender touch of another, bigger, stronger, holding them tenderly.
My ears desire to feel the warm breath as my love whispers softly, words of undying love and affection.
My eyes long to sweep over his face and memorize every defining feature.
My heart hungers for the passion felt when he kisses my mouth and my fingers find their way through his hair.
But there is no passion to feel, no face to peruse and memorize, no whispered pledge of devotion, no strong arms to hold me.
Nothing.
Just me.
My ears desire to feel the warm breath as my love whispers softly, words of undying love and affection.
My eyes long to sweep over his face and memorize every defining feature.
My heart hungers for the passion felt when he kisses my mouth and my fingers find their way through his hair.
But there is no passion to feel, no face to peruse and memorize, no whispered pledge of devotion, no strong arms to hold me.
Nothing.
Just me.
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