Love?

I want to be in love again more than anything else. 

I want to be loved again more than anything else.

A real, true, innocent, love. 

Cuddling on a softly lit porch as a thunderstorm reigns havoc on the outdoors that's barely separated from us.

As the rain harshly patters on the railings and the roof of the porch, the overhead light slightly shaking as thunder roars, and as it does, my partner holding me tighter, keeping me warm.


Baking cookies messily, throwing flour onto our aprons, and wiping loose ingredients off of each others faces. Stealing bits of cookie dough from the bowl while the other one looks away, and laughing when we catch each other.

Snuggling on the couch as we watch a childish movie, slowly falling asleep.

I just want that again... But I never will.

Because I only want it with him.

But he's gone.