• The First

    by  • June 22, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Love - Pure and Simple • 0 Comments

    It’s so weird to me how often I want to be intimate with you. In the past, after the “honeymoon stage” had worn off, I would lose interest, so coldly. But not with you. I long to feel your touch, to feel your breath on my face as we lay face to face. I love every second we spend together, even if we’re fighting. It used to be that the others would love me more than I loved them, more than I ever could. Now, I think the roles have changed. I had no idea how badly this could hurt. And both know soon you’ll be going back home over 200 miles away. I know we’ll try to make it work in the beginning. But I think we both set ourselves up for the worst heartbreak we have yet to face. I’ve never been so close with a significant other. With you it seemed so natural. So easy to move into a relationship with. So easy to get so comfortable with. I know I can tell you anything, and you wouldn’t judge me or ever tell a soul. I love the jokes and pet names we have for each other. I love everything about you. I wish this could last for ever. But it kills me to feel so much doubt that that might not be the case. It brings tears to my eyes every time I think about it. Just like the night we laid in bed and cried, cause we were (and still are) so scared to face the future.

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