i love you and no matter how may times i say it, it doesn't lose its depth or meaning.
i'm afraid, because time will continues to pass and i want to spend as much as i can with you. i think of a life with you and then i question if that would even be fair to you.
i'm envious of the woman you live with and i believe no matter what you may say she does not and cannot appreciate you like i do. i don't believe it's within her experience to do so. it makes me somewhat angry that she doesn't know what she has and i do, and i want you to be mine so you can feel loved, desired and appreciated every day.
i cry too often when i think of you and us and how much i love and miss you, your touch, your face, your love and affection.
i feel all this love bottled up in me that is constantly waiting to be given to and shared with you so sometimes i cry just because my need to express these feelings is so overpowering and there's no way to touch you or hold you or care for you.
i love your kisses and crave your mouth on mine.
too often i wonder what you are doing as the day progresses.
your eagerness and desire thrills me. i imagine your hungry kisses and your arms around me and i melt at the thought. you stir me in ways and to a degree that no one ever has. i've never known this level of chemistry.
my heart needs you. my soul needs you. my body needs you.
i can hardly stand the thought of you making love to another woman. i'm not proud of this, but it's true.
i admire your character. you are a good person and i recognize this.
i think you embody the perfect balance of reason and romanticism.
you strengthen me and build my confidence.
i don't want to need you but i do.
i want what time we share to be enough, but it seems to never be enough. it only makes me want you more.
i believe some people were just meant to be together and few are fortunate enough to find each other.
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