As these days pass, my tolerance for being alone is slowly fading
I long for a loving touch to surround me in warmth and hold me.
A touch that makes me forget the days I felt disposable to the world.
A touch that I can look forward to, even if I feel it everyday.
A touch to wipe away my tears before they roll paths down my cheeks.
A touch that I can turn to when I\'m scared.
All I can think about is the feeling of fingertips stroking my cheek as arms wrap around me and my face disappears into the atmosphere of a chest with the faint sound of their slow beating heart.
All I can dream about is resting in bed, listening to music as we talk about anything and everything. We laugh, have our silent moment and talk about theories. We look into each other\'s eyes and all I can see is the future I want to pave.
And yet, I don\'t have that person. At least not yet and I suppose I\'ll have to wait a little longer to find them or let them find me. Either way, I\'ll be waiting for them and I think I\'ll be ready when they come to my life.