confession.
Lately, my dreams have been about love/lust/or the lack thereof. I officially* crave passion, and to once again, after years, feel delicate lips pressed gently against mine. What makes it so difficult? I would have to feel respected at the same time and to share it with someone I value and feel mutually attracted to. Aka, Mission: Impossible. (Well, temporarily?) I have yet to meet someone I can feel extremely comfortable and content in the presence of who is intelligent, ambitious, attractive, cofident, sensitive, and loving with an addictive personality. Yes, I'm still young. I have other priorities, definitely, which is why I don't really pursue these things... So I am to blame for not trying, I know. I just wanted to write it. Writing has a soothing effect. I'm not really complaining. I know there's a lot more to be concerned about and this is truly not something I should stress too much over. Maybe it's just the weather/season that makes me feel this way.