When I'm upset, I crave intimacy the most.

Everything that used to matter before doesn't anymore. I don't know what I am trying to find.

I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.