Im getting on
not doing anything but subsisting, nothing has the same colour or warmth that it had.
I miss her completely, i miss the warmth of her in bed next to me, the touch of her soft lips on mine and the knowledge that she is mine. Waking up from a bad dream, there is no one next to me to comfort me and I hate it.
I want to hug her, hold her be hers.
We are getting on better than we have in ages, the pressure is off and it has allowed us both to open back up. I find myself wanting her more, having fun like we used to.
I want her
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