I’ve had enough of whatever this is. I can not remember what it felt like to naturally meet someone, fall in love. Go out for a walk or a movie. Feel your heart race when your hands touch. To warm up slowly in an embrace. To kiss. To really kiss.
These bubbles with words tire me. The waking up every morning thinking of you and then realising no more bubble words I can muster. Fuck this.
I hope for us both only happiness. In the world where these words won’t have any meaning if not heard.
So no more of this. Wanting, waiting. Dreaming and never doing. I’ll be off in the realm of dogs and cats. I’ll not remind you when I miss you. I’m signing out.