Monologue of a dialogue I can't have
Are you awake?
I can't sleep. I can't sleep because I can't stop thinking about that night together. The last one. The one that seemed to last forever.
I can remember what you felt like. How your hands felt on me. How your lips tasted.
I can remember what your eyes looked like. How deeply into my soul they saw when you stared at me. I can't help but remember how they burned. That rawness. That fire.
I can't sleep because I want you. Not just to touch and hold but to have and love. Well, I don't know if it goes that far yet. But that's the problem. I have no option to see what it could be. So I'm stuck here with this amazing evening stuck in my head and no where to go with it.
Just done, I guess, we have to be. But I'm not good at that. Never have been. Especially when I don't agree with the reasons why.
So here I am. Unable to sleep. Just thinking of you and how good we fit.
No I guess you're not awake. Because you don't think about that night like I do. Or about us like I do.
Sometimes I'm such a stupid girl. Oh well. Wouldn't really want my heart to work differently.
Hope you're sleeping well. At least one of us is.
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