• Tell the Truth

    by  • November 22, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    At this moment right now I want to come into your bedroom and climb into your bed. I want to feel the warmth of your embrace. I want to feel you sniggling against me once more.

    “Farewell.” Your word as you continue to strum.

    I can’t help but feel as though you want me to stay with you in that moment. As your friend, I can. No problem. As your sister, I am embarrassed though I shouldn’t be. As your secret? No. You will claim me.

    Confess if you do love me.

    Confess to me, if not to the remainder of the world.

    Please. Tell me the truth.

    Please. Tell me the truth. Do you love me? Be honest, if only to assure me of my sanity. I love you; despite every effort not to. Do you love me? Or do I just imagine such things?

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