This is the start of a series of texts I send to a cell number that never responds but gets the brunt of messages that catch my breath and force me to stop what I’m doing and word vomiting. One day someone new will have this number and blush when their phone dings. So I’m posting them here in the case maybe one day the intended person stalks my stories.
Days like today it would be nice to have you here. I played in the dirt today and could feel the sweat drip down like a lazy river down my spine. I could feel your hands slip under my sundress hem as I came inside and quenched my body under the fan, the hairs at my neck coiling up at the nape and temple. Your hand would grip my ass as you blew cool air on my neck sending goosebumps down the length of me. I'm sitting in my truck recalling what could have been not even an hour ago. The girl I used to be, that belonged to your heart, she longs for the you that you once were. Longing for him is what keeps me safe from settling again on situations that aren't deserving of me. So thank you... even though I'll never get a response, this is therapeutic in its own way getting all these daydreams out.
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