with you or on my own again
Love not offered is not love denied. Now why am I stating this? I don’t know. Perhaps gives me reassurance of how I feel. And I don’t want to end this. Not now, not ever. Well maybe time comes I’d end it or somehow I’d turn to someone else. But I’m saying not yet, not this time.
I’ve always wanted to feel your lips. And the eclectic strokes of skin to skin as we meet excite me every time. Each time we speak I always tell you how thankful I am on meeting you, seeing you, knowing you, the way that you make me feel. You only respond on smiles. Your eyes, its piercing stares leave me powerless. I don't know how you do it but you do it perfectly as i melt. I enjoy everything little event we had. I just hope as it ends it goes on with the days. But it can’t be that way I guess. Hope is all I carry. I guess by now you know how I feel for you.
I know it’s not healthy for me to think of you all the time. Morning, noon, night you wouldn’t leave me. And I’m enjoying it, you know. It’s just that I’m like in a fantasy that could end up on a nightmare. Moments are eating me alive; to think that they are all in the past. And it’s futile to wait. To wait for the day you’d reach my hand and offer me perpetual happiness is ill. Foolish to love you, much more if I’d linger on the time it’d happen. Still why am I waiting? Because it’s like I am dreaming. And in dreams I’m with you. Dreaming believes. Gives me faith.
Last weekend you asked me to celebrate your birthday with you. Of course I said yes without faltering. Who am I to say no? I had a truly great time. Thanks very much. Glad to meet your family. Hope to drop in on your home again.
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