I don’t want to remember that feeling right now.
It torments me, rips open a dangerous longing that will never know fulfillment. It haunts me when nothing else can anymore.
Just out of reach, fingertips brush up against warmth that is not there… Of course I remember… I cannot forget, no matter how drastically crazy the longing is.
It’s the look in his eyes.
It’s the sound of his voice.
It’s in the power I felt when he reached out for that short moment.
Gods, that I understood then what I do now…
In the end, I don’t want it to matter. But it does. An addiction to which their is no cure EVER.
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