Her touch, relief. She still loves me. Staring, What is she thinking? It racks my brain, this question. Do my words still warm her? The flame; has nature's breath conquered it? Careful, keep her happy. Walking on eggshells her love is too important. Without it, nothing motivates my heart to continue. But is it love? Fear of lonliness seems the likely truth. Dependencey, such a stinging word. Is it her touch I long to keep, or the absence of touch I strive to avoid?
Reason for writing:
love problems
Birth sign: Cancer
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