Memory Lane – What does love feel like?

A love once known. An email to a boyfriend 800 miles away. The one in my black and white avatar actually.

“I read this this morning and the result was just short of tears streaming down my face.

You have an unyielding presence in my thoughts and odd control over my breaths. You are responsible for so many of my smiles and so many moments of ease and laughter. Comfort– marked by bewilderment yet accompanied by a subtle uneasiness, for this is still all too amazing.

A part of me feels dormant when I am away from you. Although I enjoyably live in a world of imagination. Constantly daydreaming and imagining you in your element, in your world.

I am Lucky. Sad. Giddy. In love. With you.

I am sleepy today. Would love to nap with you and feel your warmth and listen as you inhale. That moment where we slow down our breaths as if we could pause time . . .
Am I seeing you this weekend? I really would like a little sun, you, oil, water, sex, naked, food, cocktails, sex, pool, beach, sex, you, kisses, naked, sex, sun, you.

kisses.

sex.
you.

lover, Attainingme”

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This movie I am in . .

My life has been a movie. Moments, experiences in months past seem but a dream. I feel as if I am a voyeur looking back at them. I don’t believe it was me actually breathing within them.

And i sit now. Yesterday’s departure of someone leaves my heart heavy. My hand extends to reach for his, to hold his in mine. Now I would grasp so tight, that I wouldn’t be without, that he couldn’t have left and said goodbye.

My steps are now two. The first time in a month since our meeting. He is halfway around the world now. Seemingly unreachable and almost unimaginable. Without the photos, it would be but a dream. I miss him.