chrischick

I long for kisses planted on me out of the middle of nowhere, just because his love couldn't sit bottled within him.

I long to be made love to and for him to hold me afterwards as if I'd drift away.

I long for an unselfish and considerate love.

I long to be appreciated.

I long to be loved.

I long to hear swelling pride in his voice when he introduces me to new people.

I long for him to love me, the real me, and not the glossy shrink-wrapped idea of me.

I long for him to steal shy glances at me, and for me to pretend I don't see it.

I long to have the courage to tell him how I feel.

I long for our deep and everlasting friendship to bloom into a deep and everlasting love.

I long for he who makes my heart beat faster.

I long for him to long for me.

I long for...him.