Confessions from a Secret Lover
Welcome Dreamer to the sofa.
I felt that burning sensation climb up my legs and settle in my chest. You felt it too, I could tell. My mind was occupied with thoughts of you, every day. You missed me too. I know because you told me so. I felt lonely but I knew that I was not alone. You were with me in spirit.
This lonely charade has gone on on far too long. I’ve grown tired of pretending not to know you. I want more than just a secret meeting at 3:00 am. Making love to you is better than I could have ever imagined but the loneliness is worse. You are a gifted lover but you have a full life without me. When we make love our bodies melt into a single burning ember of passion but we are forced to extinguish the glow and go back to a facade that is killing me.
As long as you are in my heart there is no room for any others. I can’t play this game of secret lovers with you anymore. I must move on. Our secret will never die completely, it will just whither and fade until it occupies the tiniest corner in my heart. I miss you.
Junie: Dreamer that was beautifully said. I loved every word.
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