I want to love you every morning, every night, and every
moment in between. I want to love
every inch of your body from your head to your feet. I can’t deny the way I feel. I was afraid of it. Afraid of
feeling like this about someone. Not knowing what the future of us is makes me
un-easy. Will we last forever or just a few brief encounters? I beat myself up
every day emotionally thinking about this situation we could be putting
ourselves in. It doesn’t do me any good making myself lovesick over you. You’re
not here. I don’t know when I’ll see you again. Dwelling on this is a futile
act. An act that I cant help but undertake daily. Admitting to this doesn’t
make it any less foolish. I guess this is my life till you change it for good
or worse.
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