Unsent Messages

Will you continue to think about me when you bond with another? Will you think about your body pressed against mine? Will you
lucidly dream about my wet kisses? Will you reminisce in my laughter, my eyes locked with yours, grasping
my small body? Will you return to me? Better question, will you ever be fond of me? Would you announce to
others that I am yours? Will I be a secret? Oh how I admire our secret romance! I question myself... do I genuinely
like you or do I yearn for a sense of affection and validation? I am okay with losing you in all honesty. In the
end, we will have our friendship. I want to wake up in your big, strong arms at 7am. I want to hear you moan at
me. I want to feel your kisses. Did you ever like me? It is a shame that you caught me at a point in time
where I feel nothing. Do you find me to be ethereal? I wish I had the guts to ask you these questions instead
of pitifully typing them out to strangers. I secretly want to cling onto your hoodies with firm, great care. Okay,
I will admit, when you move on, I will be jealous. For now, I will cherish my loyalty to you, the memories made/ will be made, etc. Am I good enough for you to be a lover? Will I ever know? I wonder who will take your place. Will I be as excited about them as I am about you? How long will this go on until I finally release you? Is it my genuinity that clasp onto you? I want to wake up to you, I want to be possessed, I want to be in a firm position.