I’ve never been wanted. Or maybe I have, and I never recognized it. But this? His words? His determination? His sweet kisses and strong hands? It’s like I’m being torn in two. No, it’s like I’m being sewn back together again. And it hurts. The needle pushing through raw flesh, promising to make me whole. But it’s a good hurt. A cleansing hurt. One I want to grab hold of. One I never want to let go.
