Rachel has posted something quite simple, yet quite moving in her May 27th post at rachel.nu. It’s about longing.
- “I want to be the first person that someone sees when they walk into a room. I want someone to kiss me on the cheek when they leave me to go talk to someone at the other end of the party. I want someone to hold my hand simply because they are happy to be with me. I want someone to feel lucky to have me in their life. I want to feel that someone loves me just by looking into their eyes. I want someone to want to hold me. I want someone to crave my touch. […]”
And hells yes. I think everyone of us have been there. Granted, change a few pronouns around and what not, but I definitly connect with what she’s saying. I have the problem that once I get to that point, I become paranoid and I generally end up ruining it anyway. So is my life.