Our time. It’s never enough. I don’t feel like it’s ever gonna be enough. Weird, because we literally spend almost every night together. It’s like more than 8 hours a day (or even more). At day we text or call each other, when you’re not busy, but still, I don’t feel like.. anything fulfilled or whatever. In fact the more we talk, the more I crave you, your presence.
You once asked me about what’s my daydream about.. well baby I don’t daydream (or even nightdream if that’s even a word). I crave. I long. I yearn for you. My skin aches for your touch, your warm breath.
My dear love, can I be selfish the next time we’re together?
