Lost hope
I guess it’s just me then.
Wishful thinking, endless hope, rainy day sorrows. A longing that won’t quit… punishing myself daily.
I imagine how I would react if I were to run into you while out. A pause, an inaudible gasp, my mind would blank and my heart would race.
But then, would I run? Turn away and flee. Escape the inevitable feels that overcome my head, leaving my heart to rule and betray my strength.
Betrayal.
How dare my body react to you in ways I swore would not. How dare I stand there and the “oh shit I didn’t expect this” feels of I fucking miss you overtake my everything. My head, my heart, my gut, my wetness.