It was good, but she never longed for more. More of the same. She knew that there was something greater out there, something that would match with the feeling she kept inside.
A warm feeling made her insides melt and her skin glow, but never for anyone to see. Simply because she had never felt the need to express this feeling to anyone she came across with. It was a lonely secret, stored like all the poetry she had written. - @josiefromspace