Here’s just something I wrote one day on vacation, it had been a hard night (dreams), then awkwardness almost walking in on friend and her boy getting busy. Sooo…yeah.
To One Who Might Not Exist,
I sometimes feel that this is the only way to make myself heard, or understood. So I will try my best.
I dreamed of you the other day, and to me, you were perfect. I wasn’t smothered, but returning to your arms is the best way I experience peace. You demanded nothing from me, and it was as easy as breathing to give you everything. The safety I found in you was heart-wrenching. Upon waking, the hollowness without you was beyond language. Knowing how easy and painless it could be, to hand over my heart, stole the air from my lungs.