I am in love with the fantasy.
This fantasy of you I've created.
Regardless. Of whether you feel anything for me.
Regardless. If you can actually see me.
I daydream that you do.
I'm in love with the drama of this fantasy.
I've been so unhappy, reaching out instead of inside
My home, where my soft, vulnerable husband sleeps .
I've replaced his lips with yours while tangled up skin to skin with him.
My desire fuelled by the incomplete sensation I carry within.
Imagining things in comments you make when we are alone.
I am sure you only see me as a friendly companion.
Still I read love letters hoping you look at them.
The fantasy is addictive
Strangely liberating although I should be ashamed.
I know I should focus on my partner but I've changed into something he's never known.
He seems so caught up in who I was that he can't see who I am.
My greedy selfish heart addicted to these daydreams about you and me.
Even though it was relatively short, it was lovely catching up with you at Starbucks today. 💕
I can't get enough of how lovely your hair was today. It was curly! I've never seen your hair curly before. Is that why we went to Starbucks at 3 instead of Cafe Nero at 2, because you did your hair just for me? 😅
I complimented anyway, and you smiled before you said 'thank you!' 💕
Hearing you talk about things what makes you happy warms my heart. I couldn't stop looking at you. Your face was glowing every time you talk. Your smile is heavenly. I feel so blessed to be beside you. 💕💕💕
I wish you good luck for this semester. I don't know when will be the next time we'll see each other again. I told you that I'd like to do this again with you! A day out with you somewhere! You agreed! I hope we do! Maybe after our semesters...
Take care! And I hope you do well this semester! I'll be missing you always
i still compare everyone to you, i think a piece of me will always belong to you.