Heart Affairs
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Heart Affairs

I Am Starving

To be held and touched.

Photo by Claudia Soraya on Unsplash

He was standing on the porch of his guesthouse. I emerged from the cab and ran straight into his open arms…..

His arms closed around me… I was home.

I locked my arms around him and nuzzled my head into his chest. He stroked my hair with one hand and the other wrapped around my waist.

Not a care in the world…

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Wistful writer

Wistful writer

Romantic, reader, emotional fool, artist, life has taught me to let go, what I am isn’t what I chose to be, it's what life made me. wistfulwriter@writeme.com