I'm guilty. He's in my arms again, snuggling up beside me when ever I can't think of anything else. Relapsing through the past months of missing you. I was doing so well but I miss you. You are my person, you always have been.
I pledge to you my allegiance. Stronger then the first time, I am yours and hopefully you will be mine. He's in my arms tonight, followed with memories. Then messages and then I cry. I cry for you and lash out at myself. I don't believe myself for a minute, I've been so strong. I don't even know what caused this relapse.
I want you. I always want you, I want you on top of me kissing me like old times. I want you to be laced between my fingers and wedged between my waist and my chest. I want to feel you against me again. I need to know you feel the same.
Was it you? Please tell me it was you, I'm crying out for you. I want to try, I want to be yours again.
I am yours if you want me, if you don't please tell me. I can't stand aching for you anymore. My surroundings feel everything I am feeling and they acknowledge it. They miss you too. Please come back to me, even if it's for a short time I need to know that what we did was the best.
Eliminate the complications.
Eliminate the desperation for closure.
She's back in my life now, things are going back to normal but you're my normal. Things won't be true with out you.
Please tell me it was you, please tell me those sparkling, beautiful brown eyes will be looking back into mine soon.
YOU ARE READING
I'm giving up on you.
RomancePure thoughts to calm. Some relatable, some questionable. Rant's and raves about experiences, practises of recovery. A cry for help.