sweetkiwi Posted February 16, 2013 Posted February 16, 2013 Everytime I think of you I feel so, so, lonely. Especially now. I am on my way back from a lovely day in Venice. I took my friend who is visiting from California for a day of beauty and culture. Still I couldn't stop thinking of you. Of how things were when it was good. When I didn't realize you'd never love me. I know you care. But not enough to give me straight answers. Not enough to just man up and say you can't love me. And I am such a fool for still seeing you after I ended it. It's been over three weeks since we had sex the last time. And it was so good. It usually is. Because I love you so much I feel transported into a world of bliss and joy. Then afterwards this last time I felt empty. Terrible. So alone. You don't write me anymore. I don't write you either. I was about to say all of this to you but I knew it wouldn't make a lick of difference to you. I knew you'd never say the words I have longed to hear for so long now. "I have always loved you." And still I wouldn't change it for the world. I know with this loss I will gain much experience and already have. Leaving you, the man I love dearly, has made me stronger. And more compassionate to those who maybe have unrequited love for me.
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