I don\’t really need you. Don\’t need you to breathe.
But here are my hopes, my desires. The ones I want to share with you. I want you to be with me. Beside me. Listening to me. And is that all I ask?
I don\’t need the lust. The kisses. The touch. It\’s the magical touch of not your hand, but perhaps your mind, your heart…deep into me. And here are my wishes spread before you. Touch them gently because they are what I want you to see. Touch them slowly. Rub your fingers, feel the aches of years and pain I made here. The ripples, the concaves, the way it curves upwards and downwards. And the stained marks of frustration and tears. This is what I wanted to show you.
It\’s not a stop to smell the roses. It\’s a stop to really feel and touch what it\’s like to be.
Don\’t forget me. Remember me every day because I don\’t want to be lost.