Monday, December 29, 2008

I lose sleep only when I'm at a loss for love.

  • Oh! how I miss you too! I feel as if the core of my being has been made hollow with longing; so much so that I have to TRY not to think about you, because when I do I suffer a quickness of the heart and shortness of breath as if my body was attempting to fill its empty core with air! But, Oh how it fails to satiate itself! and succeeds only in reminding me that what I need is less and more tangible than wind: What I need is to see you and to see you look at me. What I need is to feel you and to feel you touch me out of that same need!
  • These are necessities I have not experienced in nearly ten years. And yet again I acknowledge them now because I miss you more than reason will allow. Since you were the first to confirm my innermost fear that it's almost impossible to imagine anyone being right for me, you steered my attraction towards you, ironically. Since that time I have strangely desired to share with you the details of my past and more, which I have never completely willingly done before. It only took one night of laughing, talking, and sleeping to remind me what I used to be; it took you only one night of intimacy to undo ten years of apathy.

  • Oh! how I wish this really was a response to how you missed me too! But it's not, and as far as I know, you don't.

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