Tuesday, May 31, 2005
One of these days, when you begin reading this weblog again, you'll find that I have been confessing my longing here while you were gone.
Even when things appear so bleak, I remember (finally) that I am yours, and that doing the things I've been thinking about would hurt you immeasurably. I won't leave you again. I refuse to disappear, to make you wonder why I've gone.
But I do still long to feel your arms around me, your lips on my skin, your hand in my hair...
And I still think everything tastes better on you.
Even when things appear so bleak, I remember (finally) that I am yours, and that doing the things I've been thinking about would hurt you immeasurably. I won't leave you again. I refuse to disappear, to make you wonder why I've gone.
But I do still long to feel your arms around me, your lips on my skin, your hand in my hair...
And I still think everything tastes better on you.
