anyaledire
Your life with me. It was beautiful and sweet and also devastating and awful. Dichotomy. Your patience, your age, your soul, all here so briefly. And love, I wish it were different; there isn't a day (or a second) that goes by that some part of me isn't wishing on a star, a dandelion, or my own heart that it was different. That I could bring you back to life.
Hi there. Sometimes when I'm lonely I just want to chat. But with no one in particular, just to SAY something. Chatting makes me think of my computer. Dammit, phone!
Dirty. Heavy. Thrusting. The daily grind. Grinding. Love-making. Lust. Mostly love. Urgency. Panic. Want. Desire.
A piece of something. Remnants of something else. Coffee. Teeth.
I feel this when I purge or when I miss you. Mostly at least once a day, sometimes more or less. But mostly, I feel it when you are gone. But then I realize you. are. always. gone. Because on that fateful day, you had to leave. It was what was best. But love, I miss you more than words could ever begin to explain. You were, are, gorgeous. Sweet spirit, sing!