Dear You,
Have you ever lied awake in bed at night
thinking of that one guy? You want him so badly to
just appear right in front of you and you start to
crave his appearance so strongly that there is no
other way to express the way you feel other than to
cry. So you lay there… and you cry. You wish so
hard that he could just walk right through your
door, climb in bed with you, and just hold you,
nothing more. This is such an innocent fantasy. You
wish so hard for it to come true, but in reality you
know it won’t. So you try to sleep, to fall into your
dream world where your fantasy’s can become your
own little reality even if it is just for a little while.
However, your mind is too busy thinking about your
fantasy; you replay the scene in your head over and
over. Then you start to cry again because no matter
how hard you try to feel, you know you won’t be
able to feel his actual touch against your skin, or
his actual breath on your neck. That’s exactly what
you wish, but that’s not what will happen. This
makes you feel weak and lonely. In a sick way, you
kind of enjoy this feeling, but at the same time you
hate it. You enjoy it because it makes you feel like
the girl from a movie that is the lonely, innocent
one but still gets the guy in the end because she is
just that. But you hate that feeling because you
know it won’t become real. That part gnaws at your
insides.
Has this ever happened to you?
Is it just me?
Or do you understand?
Sincerely,
♥
me