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I went to the balcony to smoke and I started thinking..and thinking.

Whats wrong exactly, I asked myself.

I crave a warm touch sometimes.

Not in a sexual way, not in urgency

but in the way that means belonging.

A touch that stays, that reassures,

that says 'you’re not alone' without needing words.

I long for someone kind,

someone who checks on me

and asks how my day went

because they want to know, not because they have to.

Not obligation but devotion and need to know the part of my story.

There are moments when solitude feels like a blessing.

It gives me space to breathe, to grow, to learn myself.

I work a lot, I say it's better not to pull someone in this chaotic roller coaster of my life.

But there are other moments when it feels cursed,

when the quiet presses too hard

and the need for closeness becomes heavier than the silence.

when i am coming tiredly from work

and there's no one to hear

at the entrance of my home.

I don’t want to be desired.

I want to be kept.

To be held close in a way that feels safe,

familiar, human.

Maybe all of this longing isn’t weakness.

Maybe it’s just the heart remembering

that connection doesn’t have to burn

and if it does its not from bad intentions is