I’ll always hope you come back
Do the inner work and come back to me. We both deserve this.
I was seeing someone. He’s fun. Nice to me. Wealthy. Wanted to take care of me.
…So why was I suddenly thinking of only you?
I say I want to find my person. And I do! Until there’s a possible suitor… then all of a sudden I burn for you. It feels wrong. My body tells me to run.
This has gone on for so long. I don’t want our story to end. I just want us both to be at a certain level of mental and emotional stability so we can really be there for each other. Like REALLY be there.
I want to cry with you. I want to hold your head with my hand while you lay on my chest and vent to me. I want your babies. And I hope we make this work. It’ll be a lot of work. On both sides. But damn it I really don’t want to have to do that much work on something with anyone else but you.