And to you this is unimportant, you who is unaware

[crazyferret]

I feel like you don't want me. That you aren't even attracted to me. We have sex and there is nothing special, no real passion.  You shouldn't be able to wait till we get home so we can be together, till you can touch me and hold me. The first thing you do when you get home though, has nothing at all to do with me. I want you to not be able to keep your hands off me. I want you to want me and not be able to wait till you are in me. I want the passion and fire that I see in everyone around us, that I have had with everyone else I have ever been with.  I want you to look at me as if I am the most beautiful woman you know, like you couldn't dream of having anyone else in your arms.

I had plans of taking you home and taking advantage of you, but on my way home all I could think about is you pulling away from me cause you would rather play a fucking computer game than you would be with me. I don't even know if that's true, that you would reject an advance of mine, but I can picture it. You spend more time with that game than you do me. You look forward to playing that game more than you do doing anything with me.

As much as I don't have with you, it makes me think of everything I have had with a certain person. A certain person that I still miss very much. It makes me wonder if I did the right thing or not. It makes me wonder if I was too hasty. I loved him, he loved me and still I left him. Maybe I should have waited tried to make it work. There weren't any problems he just didn't want to get married. We were happy. His friends liked me; Mine liked him. He wanted us to get a place together just him and me. We were the picture perfect couple.  There was passion, oh was there passion.

There are so many times while being with you, makes me miss him.