Whenever I stay the night with you, then come home…
I have these moments when I’m vulnerable and shaky inside.
I begin to miss you.
I miss sharing space with you. I miss hearing your voice across the house. I miss feeling your chest rising and falling under my palm. I miss knowing you are there, just beside me.
I miss knowing I may simply extend my arm, and have you take my hand in yours.
Missing you this way, makes me feel as if I am growing too close; too dependent… Dependent is a strong word, too strong.
I feel like I need you too much, when you aren’t there.
I don’t know how you feel, when I’m not there. I ask you, but you havent given me a clear answer.
How am I supposed to feel?
I feel so lost.