EVER SINCE what happened between me and Prime, there is this one string that keeps pulling us apart. It feels like there is a red string of faith that ties us together, drawing our little fingers to each other like a magnet. I keep thinking about him, wanting him, and if he’s gone only for a minute, I would yearn for him.
I keep longing for his touch. His kiss. His hug. The way his arms would wrap around my waist protectively. The way the scent of him would drive me crazy. He doesn’t even need to say anything. I just know that when we are together, the world seems a little less bigger and scarier than it actually is. When he’s around, I don’t feel lonely anymore.
Business. What was going through my head when I say that?
I know I was thinking of the affiliation. The way Xanthene calle
