i crave love so much.

i desire so much to feel a woman holding me diring the night. to feel a soft hand hold my hand when i’m worried, or scared, or being cared for. to feel breathing with my breathing. laughter. optimism. a “we’ll get through this together.” “you’re enough.” “i love you.”

i used to be so obsessed with sex as a teen and young adult, but what i’d give to be enough for a woman. for her to love me.

and for my love to be enough.