Unsent Letters

The Truth

I want to be craved.

I just want the wanting though. Not for anything to change. Just to hear you say the words.

I want to hear tender sweet things. To be kissed passionately.

I want to evoke passion from you.

I want you to contemplate ways in which for us to be together.

I do want to know why you are doing this. How many times before. Have you been caught? Does she suspect?

I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to be showered with affection.

I want to know what you are thinking. Is there anyway that you could be honest with me? I highly doubt it. I doubt you'd give yourself to me like that. You could though, I want you to. I want so much to give. I need to give so that I can forget. I want to give so that maybe you will give me the same thing, I guess in all honesty.

You confuse me so much.

Who are you. Are you really the contradiction that I want to believe you are. Hurting like me or are you really who I don't want to believe that you are.

I want to believe that you are good. I really want to ask you why and get an honest answer. Even if it's not the answer I want to hear.

What do I want to hear?

I guess that you're like me. Needing. Broken even.

What don't I want to hear. That you do it just to see if you can and then it doesn't matter aymore after you know that you can.

But really the two are the same I guess.

I wish I didn't have to think so much.

I dream about you.

Your touch is like fire.

I will push you away and pretend that you don't matter.

But you do.

I hope you know that you can trust me. For real dough.

Sometimes I can't believe I am doing this. And I wish I wouldn't. I wish I could go back and we could just be friends. But even if this didn't happen we couldn't have just been friends it's not in our cards. So I take what I can get. And he was right it won't ever be enough and I know that. But for right now it's better then nothing. It's better then something I can't handle. It's better then me getting hurt. It's better then me falling in love.

I do wish we could just spend time together at the park with our girls. Laughing at them and each other. Yes more then likely at some point I would want to kiss you but I wouldn't. There are lots of times I want to kiss you. To feel the softness of you, the warmth. When you laugh you are so beautiful.

I wish I knew what you were thinking behind that smile and those sad eyes.

K revealed herself at 12:22 PM