“My therapist taught me to interrupt my anxious thinking with thoughts like: “What if things work out” and “What if all my hard work pays off?” So, I’m passing that onto you wherever you are, whatever you’re leaving, or whomever you’re becoming.”
I crave his body, not sexually, but just his presence.
His body pushed up against mine as we just breathe each other in.
The warmth of his chest burning into the side of my face.
His arms holding me as if I’d disappear into thin air if he didn’t hold on.
The way his chest and my face move up and down as he took rhythmic breaths.
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I already miss her. She’s been gone for a second and I, once again, crave her. I crave her body being pressed against mine. I crave the emotions I get when our legs are intertwined, and our arms are wrapped around each other. I crave the electricity that shoots throughout my whole body when I feel your breath against my neck, or when you whisper softly into my ears. I crave your soft kisses that you plant onto my cheek, forehead, or the scars on my arms. I crave those gorgeous, warm brown eyes that I get lost in so easily when our noses are brushing against one another’s. I crave that beautiful and adorable smile on your face that appears every time I tell you how cute you are. You’ve only been gone a second or two and I’m craving you all over again. Because, sweetie, you are oh-so addicting to me, and I love you oh-so much.
