I know he misses me. I can sense it when he talks. The way he talks reminds me of a river flowing smoothly. It has life, it has love, and it’s so calm.
It’s the way he talks, the way he looks at me, yet we just seem like two kids unable to decide whether black or white is better. We just can’t decide.
I don’t know who’s going to cave first, between him and I. I don’t want to know.
I don’t mind just listening to his laugh, just listening to him talk. I don’t mind just watching him take his shirt off when he plays basketball, but I crave him. I crave his physical attention.
I crave being able to hold him and play with his hair. I crave his kiss, I crave his smell. I crave his touch.
The way he touched me… It felt like heaven. It felt like angels were dancing around in my head, but now those angels have turned to devils and all they want to do is eat me up from the insides. These devils are filled with lust and despair, they crave my sadness, they crave my pain, but that’s all I’m left with. Devils that drain me, and not you.