all she needed was warmth….a lap to crawl into….arms to embrace her….sweaters that smelled like the men who had offered her comfort in the past….a fireplace, a candle, a glass of scotch or a bowl of soup….offering warmth from within or from outside of her….anything to take away the ice coursing through her veins in response to every day life. all she needed was comfort….understanding….attention….affection….a kiss….a fuck….a back rub….fingers combing through her hair gently….softly whispered words of condolence and encouragement and an ‘i love you’ filled with such weight and meaning as to sink the ship of depression causing the waves in her chest. all she needed was to feel something…and to be real…and to live as though that were true and she mattered. all she needed was to feel as though she belonged.
BUT…
all she felt was empty.
all she felt was alone.
