liz0kubicek
Affection, it seems to always come down to this. Be it the lack of of constant quell of, affection looks to be the hidden force driving all other motives. It seems unfair, it being such an elusive and mysterious force, but it is, and that will always remain true.
Affection. When he wrote this word on the chalkboard in the front of the hall,, i could only sigh as the painful wave of thoughts that accompanied this word hit me square in the face. Affection. The thing i was starved of and then drowned in. Something that I feared and craved all in one package. Flashes of faces, Dad, Peter, Kelsey, all people that were related to me, tied to me because of affection. But now they were gone, and they were not going to come back. Affection, the word slowly circled through through my mind on it's way down the drain. The numbing aftershock slowly kicking in. And again, i was focused in the lesson at the front of the hall.