Vanilla Story; Craving.

"..we crave what we can't have"
she whispered quietly.
"I know.."
her friend answered carefully.
"you crave him in the most innocent form,
you crave to say goodnight,
and give him forehead kisses,
and to say that you adore him when he feels at his worst,
you crave to hug him;
a deep and warm hug,
you crave his arms;
a safest place you could ask for,
you crave him in ways where you just want to be next to him,
and nothing more or less."
her friend talked slowly.
"how could I?"
she asked.
but she realize, no one there to answer.
she didn't need an answer.
"it was a dream"
she whispered in silence when she wake up.

xx,

fancy vanilla