I'm hungry.
Not for food.
Nor touch or distraction.
I'm hungry for love.
My body trembles, telling me it needs it.
It's been so long.
I'm starved.
I'm starving for dancing in the dark. For waking up together. For warm mornings and warmer nights. For 3 A.M. snack times and smiles that never truly fade.
This hunger tells me many things.
But one thing it told me, shocked me beyond all reason.
I'm not just hungry for love, but for a specific person's love.
When I realised this, the revelation that came afterwards froze my world then somehow turned it upside down right after.
My soul told me something; I'm still in love with them.


















