I'm here, love me!

Love me, like you used to. I miss your calloused hands running all over my body, and I miss feeling your body close to mine. I miss the warmth of your arms, the feel of your powerful shoulders underneath my hands (sometimes being scraped by my fingernails) and the soft words you whispered in my hear. You used to love me with such a rough tenderness, in the good old days… How I crave the way you used to make me tremble and how it hurts me neither saying nor hearing “I love you”!

I can still sense you whenever you’re near and I can feel your eyes on me. It makes me shiver with such a bittersweet pleasure that my knees get weak and I almost fall to the ground. Even though you look at me from afar I can tell, and I know, you also miss me. That I, too, was a drug to you. And this is where our addiction got us…

You’re with Her now. You touch Her, not me. And, yet, you look at me with such longing that all I want to do is run to your arms and never, ever let go. We both know I can’t do that; I mustn’t do that; I shouldn’t do that. Please, stop looking at me so that I won’t ask you to love me like we used to love each other.