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I know it's been days, it feels like weeks and my body craves you as though it's been months. I can hear your voice in the smallest things. I know it won't be long till I see you again, but there is still a longing that I find inescapable. I have been dreaming of you darling, the feel of your fingers ghosting across my skin, the softness of your lips on mine. The press of your palm to the hollow of my back, your nails dragging along my skin. I crave you, dear, with every ounce of who I am I crave you.
It's 6am. The third time this week I woke flushed and breathing ragged from dreams of you. Sometimes, I think between the two of us, we could begin the resurgence of written letters. I will assume that you've notices that I put a small drop of violet on each one, so you can remember the smell of my skin, it's not perfect, but it's something. Dreams, I was going to tell you my dream. I haven't been trying to hide them, but at the same time I haven't wanted to discuss them either. However, considering how much you've penetrated the dreams I have been having, I should be telling you.
Maybe not, when I think about it, I want you to hear the tone of my voice, and the soft shake that just the thought of you brings, or the memory of you. I don't know which is more potent right now.
I don't want this to end, I feel that I could be writing to you all day, but instead, I have to get back to real life. I will write you again very soon. But in the meantime, I will be laying in bed reading all the things that make me think of you.
Ever
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