Sometime, more than anything I want to experience the feeling of being loved. Not by my family or my friends, but by a boy who wants nothing more than to spend every waking moment by my side. I want to be called “sweetheart” and other completely cheesy pet names. I want to be hugged and kissed in a way that reassures a feeling of belonging. I want to feel more comfortable in this boy’s arms, than I feel anywhere else in the world and I want to be able to tell him everything. Even if its short-lived or turns out just to be lust, I long for this experience so much that it consumes me. I spend my time making up fantasies of what could and hopefully will be. I see constantly see a faceless man in my mind, with whom I want to spend the rest of my life.