Sometimes I just want someone to hold me. To curve their body into mine, into the perfect spoon. To just sleep with their breath in my ear, their hands across my breast, close to them, so close but so comfortable. To know that they're there. That when I come home, I will have someone to keep warm. Someone to rub their feet against mine, telling me about their dreams, telling me whatever is on their mind, making me laugh, making me feel...
I want to feel wanted.
Needed.
Like it's just natural to be together when you are. You fall into each other like it's the only way to be. No drama, no jealousy, no anger. Just the idea that you both want and need each other the exact same way.
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