What an experience this is, to have the tables turned.
Are you thinking about me? I’m aching for you.
You are in my thoughts by day and dreams by night.
I almost enjoy this pain. I feel I deserve it. Feeling this sorrow, this longing, seems to make me love you more than I ever thought I might have before.
Is it that I love you? Or am I confusing the ache of dissatisfied love with that of rejection.
I think I’ve always loved you. Something always held me back. That something is gone, but now so are you.
Return to me. You always do. Maybe this time things will be different.
But somehow I know they won’t be.
I think we enjoy this back and forth, that we share ourselves with one another so fervently and passionately in such unforeseeable, unpredictable moments.
It took me until now to see, that one of us will always leave wanting more.
That is our dance my dear.
Every time I heard the door, I was anxious for you. I know you are enjoying making me wait, so I will.