Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sometimes I just look at him, when our eyes meet, it kills me that I don't know what it is. One thing for sure he always has his thoughts somewhere else, always so distant. He's never really with me as much as I like him to be. But, I want to feel as close to him as I can, I want to please him so much, I want him to stay on me till his sweat forms a layer on my bare skin, I want to be drenched in his scent, I want to be a part of him. He doesn't know that, even if he does, there isn't any room for me. This is it. It has to be it.
