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I seem to always write for you, Jen. How I know you're worth consuming me. I love writing and near nothing inspires me. But then, there's you. Beautiful, unassuming, wonderful you. I miss seeing you. I miss the feeling of something big and unspoken between us. I still cherish what you are to me and this world. I only need the fantasy of your world inside of mine. Someday, my mermaid. Someday. We'll wander the desert together.
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I would love to be your Jen.
ReplyMaybe you are. Maybe we could pretend. Do you know how much I miss glancing at you? Those quick, innocent glimpses in different rooms or hallways. I always wished either of us could stay just a little longer. Tell me, Jen..what do you miss?
ReplyI miss looking forward to our time together. I miss hearing the inflections in your tone, how you float on into a word with a more firm syllable on the end than the beginning. I miss seeing you in my periphery as direct was too intense. I miss you chuckling at me. I miss being able to freely ask for you and freely getting you, as freely as it could ever get I suppose.
ReplyThe last time I got to see you, it didn't feel real enough, the separation between us, not even in the same space. It wasn't enough for this distance now. I'd love to steal a glance your way, or hear your little sighs and huffs and puffs like you make while working at your desk.
ReplyI must not be your Jen, but I do hope for your peace with missing someone. I also wish myself peace and contentment with such a loss. I also wish my person deep peace and ask for forgiveness as I offer my forgiveness.
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