You don’t know how much I love you


You have no idea my dear how much I miss you. I loved those brief months with you and getting to know you. I am embarrassed that I liked you so much. I think I scared you off. I felt such hope that I had finally met a woman with depth, brains, beauty, heart, and of good character. And the sexual chemistry was palpable. I was in no hurry and willing to go through the obstacles of relationships and daily life, to see if we, as I suspected, had the potential for a life-changing relationship.

But I was partially wrong. You may lack in the heart/emotional area. You could not let yourself go or feel the same. I would have worked with you on these issues, but you had to end it too soon. I know you felt the same on some level. I felt it in your kiss (sometimes) and other brief moments when you would let your guard down. I wish you weren’t so afraid of intimacy. Your walls cost you a great woman who would go to great lengths for you, for us, for a wonderful life.

I have to pretend I do not care to try to move on and get over my heart ache. I will always want you in my life. I only wish you realized you made a big mistake before it is too late. Don’t be scared baby. Give us a chance and let me love you.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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