charchu
memory retrieval. it's a critical part of our minds, but god, don't we all sometimes wish that we couldn't remember. that we could forget. leave the memories dusty and buried, never to be dug up again.
Well, he's in there, lodged right between strange memories and absurd hopes... and it looks like he isn't coming out. I think it's best if you prepare your heart, this is going to take a while, and it's probably going to hurt.
I watch as you pass by. I watch you go about your business. You glance my way, I turn my head, but as soon as you've moved on I turn back. Every word every second, every habit and every breath I watch. I learn. I remember. I wait
I stare at the growing tower of clothes, toys and knick knacks from my childhood in the center of my bedroom. It finally hits me, I'm leaving. I'm moving out. My childhood is ending and a new adventure is beginning
pack everything you'll need. sneakers, scarves and jeans. 10 days, 10 nights. don't forget the condoms. you probably won't use them but it's the thought that counts.
desire is primitive. sex is primitive. but the way i want him isn't primitive. it's more than just a pure carnal need. it's intellectual. i think i'm falling in love with him but the only way i can describe it to anyone else is a basic need to be near him. a primitive need... that is so much more