There are times, like tonight, when I wish that I had someone.
Someone to help me deal with things that frustrate me, such as a recalcitrant fire alarm that will not stop chirping. Someone to laugh at the tantrum that I just threw, whilst standing upon a chair and hitting said fire alarm.
I long for warm, strong arms that will gather me into them tightly, pulling me into a strong, hard chest.
I want to feel comforted by the smell of warm skin and the sound of another’s chuckle as they rest their chin upon my head.
I need soothing words, sweet murmurs in my ear and calming touch.
I fear that many would somehow see me as weak for such longings.
Yet I am not.
I am a strong, stubborn and willful woman who is quite capable of taking care of herself.
But sometimes, I simply want to let go …