Sigh
For the last three days, I was missing. Not the type. He-who-will-not-be-named. I miss him. I want him to touch me. I want to hear talk about anything and everything. It’s always good to ‘talk. Of course, he could never talk about important things like monogamy.
Some reason, my brain has conveniently forgotten the fact that I screwed over twice. My heart never forgets it. He likes to recall that my head left. Then, at the same time my intellect and emotions come together and create the most glorious dreams. Laughing together. Watching movies together. Talking together. Its good times. His good sex. My dreams have created a world where he really wants me and nobody else.
Then turn your eyes open and I realize my bed contains only me and two hours ago, until I get up for work. I remember the last hug he gave me and look stupid hope that I must have had on my face he would be back the following week. Despite the pain he has caused pain and I will continue to feel because of its actions, I miss him.
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