I simply don’t know where to begin, as my fingers stretch along my keyboard typing out words I hope can be easily placed together. Like, the way I feel once I’m finally in his embrace. All I’ve wondered about for days on in are put to a rest and it makes me wonder, if he knows how much I appreciate him and his company. That when I show anger or frustration it is because I want more of him. Or how, when the we discuss events from our past, we carefully choose our words when we once didn’t care. I can’t help but allow my mind to repeat the same concerns, I was once broken over. Because emotions got caught up in a love affair.
J. Saunders
