Every night I lay in bed and try to sleep.
Every night it's the same thing .
All of my thoughts are of him.
I think of his touch and how he feels against my skin.
I think of his smell, how his smell always reminds me of home.
His touch, how every time he touches me I feel warm , I tingle but always feel safe.
The way his voice warms me but goes through me.
How I wonder if he's laying in bed thinking of me.?
Does he miss me.
Does he lay in bed and think about me as much as I do of him?
When he's not with me, who is he with if he's with anyone?
How much I want and need him emotionally and physically?
Does he want and need me too?
Will this ever be more than what it is?
Do I want this to be more than what it is?
Does he?
Does he know that at some of my lowest times he's been there and comforted me and doesn't even know it?
Does he know that he came into my life at a point when I was so numb and made me feel something?
How much I want to tell him he made me feel something but I'm to shy to say so?
How sometimes through out the day he consumes my thoughts with words he's said and those sex flashbacks?
How his face warms my heart when he talks about work?
To see the smile that pops up on his face because he's so proud is warming.
To listen to his view points on different topics is eye opening and educational.
To see how unapologetically himself he is is inspiring.
That I could lay with him for hours just watching movies and feel completely relaxed and safe.
That when I'm with him I never feel judged?
That he makes me feel comfortable enough to expose parts of my body I never would ?
All the thoughts I want to share with him but can't because I don't know how he would take it, I don't know if he cares and most importantly if he feels the same.
/SHY GIRL THOUGHTS
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Non-Fictionmy thoughts of him are frequent now, thoughts i wish I could tell him but can't.
