I try to sleep. I can’t. I think of the feel of your lips on mine.
I don’t know what it is about you that makes me want to keep coming back to you. And it’s driving me crazy.
Maybe it is just an intense attraction to you – a need to feel you next to me; to be able to hold your hand and allow it to wander a little…
Or maybe it is love.
But is it, really? I don’t know. I would love to know, you know. I would love to be able to tell for sure. And do away with these uncertainties, these dualities, this greyness…
And yet, I don’t want to expect anything – from you, from us, from this that is; or perhaps isn’t.
I want to shut you out. I want to pull you in and never let go.
I want to understand what it is that I want.
I try. I fail. I keep trying.