DAYDREAMING

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Yeah, I can hold you babe, come close to me, I love you so much. Every time we fall apart, I crave the way we come back together. I missed you.

It's been really hard for me too. I want our connection to end. This can't be the end for us.

I need you baby. I need you so much. It's okay to be afraid.

I'm afraid too. But I'm right here with you. Sometimes I get lost in the past.

I think about the way things used to be. The way you looked at me. The way our eyes met in the middle of the room.

The way it felt like time just stood still every time we was close to each other. Your lips were so soft. Your kisses were so sweet.

Your touch was so gentle. I want to find my way back to that. I want to find our way back to one another.

No, that's not what I'm saying baby. I know you love me. But sometimes love is not enough to keep a relationship sustained.

Respect is important. Boundaries are important. Have I ever did anything to make you feel less than loved or appreciated or like the most important woman in my life?

Okay, well, I want the same for myself. No, what I mean by that is I want the same things for my partner. The intimacy is the most amazing thing that I've experienced in my life.

I've told you a thousand times no woman can take me to the places that you take me. But it gotta be more to a relationship than sex. It gotta be more to a relationship than that.

Cry myself to sleep. Wondering what you was doing. Who you was spending your nights with.

Who you was spending your time with. If all the memories that we shared and created was just. ..

I don't know, I guess a waste of time. And when you create new memories with somebody else. I never felt so vulnerable and insecure in my life.

I wanna move towards a more healthy love and a healthy connection, but there's so much anxiety associated with the way I feel about you. Sometimes you make me feel like the only man in the world. And other times, I feel like you don't even care that I exist.

And other times, I feel like you don't even care that I exist. I don't know how to move on. I don't know how to continue to do life without you.

I don't want to. I think the scariest thing about the relationship is, no matter who I talk to, no matter who I connect with after we break up, they never measure up to who you are. They never compare.

And I always find a way to find a little bit of you in every woman that I meet, but it's like a lesser version. I want the real thing. I want what we had.

I'm sorry I can't be the person that you want me to be all the time. And I know you've been through so much stuff in your past, I wish I could take it all away. I wanna be your safe place.

I want you to know that, in my arms, it's the safest place in the whole wide world. I will never let anybody harm you, including me. I want to live in the world that we created.

I gave up on love before I met you. Most of my relationships consist of me being used for my resources, or lied to, cheated on, manipulated, disrespected, and taken for granted. Most of my relationships consist of me being used for my resources, or lied to, cheated on, manipulated, disrespected, and taken for granted.

But you showed me so much more. You gave me hope, you gave me a new perspective on life and love. And I'll never take it for granted.

I think we should get a relationship another chance. I think we should go for it one last time. I should put my all into it, you should put your all into it.

We should give it another try. Yeah, sometimes I am afraid. Well, well, I guess I'm afraid of putting my all into it and ending up alone.

Putting my all into our connection and you still end up breaking my heart. I know. Close to me.

I want to make love. I want you to make love to me right now. They laid nestled together in a small corner of the bed, moments before passionate intimacy.

The soft, gentle raindrops tapped against the window. The light on the nightstand cast a warm, orange hue that danced across their bodies. His chest glistens with a sheen of sweat in the dim light of the night.

He stares intensely into her eyes, lost in each other, their bodies intertwined. They make love, all throughout the night, until the wee hours of the morning, the weight of the day's revelation still fresh in their mind. His soft words sound like music to her ears as they roll off his tongue.

Coiled in one another's arm, he softly whispers, I love you and I want this forever. And suddenly, he awakened from another dream. Gasping for air, he quickly sits up in the bed.

He looks around the room to see that he's all alone. He rolls over to the side of the bed she once laid. It was cold and empty.

He just cried himself to sleep.