Not really something I can answer.
Forgetting the fact that I would most likely never meet them so whatever I said or did wouldn’t really matter, then, yes.
Well thank you :)
I have an image of me in my mind, the calm, quiet me. The me who you see in the early morning hush of sleepiness and drowsy eyelids. I’m standing there smiling, staring at nothing in particular, simply staring, and smiling. You see there’s a comfort wrapped around me in that imaginary place, the comfort of her. The simplest thought of her, the smell of her hair and the beat of her heart against my chest makes me smile, even though I’ve never held her, or smelt her hair. She still makes me smile. One day that smile will be on my face, but not in that imaginary world, oh no, that smile will be staring back at me from my own mirror.
I seriously need a holiday, my head is going to pop! LOL
However, another chapter down on my book and work is going nicely, maybe i’ll take myself off somewhere exotic! :D
Loneliness doesn’t hurt the heart. Your heart can find comfort with things that don’t need to be there. Your heart can travel oceans, climb mountains and plunge the deepest seas. Your body however, that’s a different story. Your muscles ache with the echo of a lovers touch long since gone. Your hands become restless with no one to hold. Your lips become cold and your senses dull. That is the hardest part…
Through the words that escape my lips and the benign smile on my face, my mind is reeling. I look into your eyes as the room floats by us with inane conversations of people we don’t know. The yearning heat of my passion wants me to steal you away, conjured by imagery devoid of manner and ceremony. I wish to be naked and raw with you. To feast on your very body and devour your inhibitions. In a moment I close my eyes and see you writhing like a Greek nymph dancing on my tongue. Shouting, cursing words that don’t make sense in the cold light of day. My eyes open and I am returned to the room, my hands empty of you, but your taste still on my lips.