ramblings

what is the deal with wanting stuff for no reason?  Or not stuff really, more like people.  More like boys.  Or love.  When you get right down to it, its love that I crave.  Like that mushy romantic junk you see in movies.  And this want just seems to occur when ever it feels like it.  It makes my heart ache for hand holding and kisses on the forehead and all kinds of lovey junk that doesn’t actually matter.  I realize it’s a craving and nothing more, but its one that makes my heart ache. 

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