All I want to do is cuddle with a guy. No sex. No nakedness. No talking. No massive make-out session. No interruptions. No distractions. No hands-roaming-too-far. Nothing. Just plain old cuddling. And maybe some love. Is that too much to ask?
I really miss the way things used to be between us. Sometimes I wonder if you miss it too because you seem to not care one bit. Did you forget about our memories? Our inside jokes? All the shit we’ve been through?
I never knew that sitting around, waiting for someone could be so tiring. Every possible sign there is to move on is there, but I can’t seem to leave it all behind. How could something that felt so real, turn out to be such bullshit? It doesn’t make sense.