I yearn for you.
I yearn for you with an intensity that mirrors a mosquito's insatiable thirst for blood on the first summer evening – a wild, desperate hunger that devours me whole. A hunger that leaves me frantic and consumed by an unquenchable desire.
I wake each morning to find you lingering in the shadows of my thoughts. Your spirit dances through my dreams, a haunting reminder of your presence; or rather lack thereof.
In my dreams, we share a quiet life together.
We reside in a small cottage tucked away amidst the trees, where deer roam through the thicket and vibrant butterflies dance joyously in the warm air.
We spend our days wandering barefoot throughout the creek, our laughter echoing as we collect shimmering river stones and splash each other playfully. As day fades to night, we dance hand in hand under the luminous moon, our hearts entwined in a timeless dance of love.
Your laughter echoes deep in my core, a haunting melody as vibrant and intoxicating as the first autumn day that I was graced with its presence. It weaves through my soul like a broken music box, endlessly trapped in a loop; a delicate sound infused with a hint of madness and raw feminine rage.
I think of you when I drive past a field of flowers. I envision you there, a gentle breeze playfully tousling your wild hair, the golden sun wrapping you in a warm embrace.
I imagine myself there too, running toward you with open arms, my heart pounding fiercely with the ache of finally finding my way home to you.
It strikes me now that I have yet to witness you amidst a field of vibrant flowers. This is not a mere memory; it is a vision, delicately woven from the threads of my imagination. It stirs a profound ache within me, a hope so vivid and alive, yet so painfully absent from the harshness of reality.
I have conjured a version of you – a version of us – a beautiful illusion that lives only in the depths of my soul. A version that is forever out of reach, destined to remain a fantasy.
I see now that I do not yearn for you after all.
I yearn for a version of you that exists solely in the realm of my mind. A vision crafted from longing and soul-wrenching desire.