treehouse
It’s not that I miss you, though we had a friendship that’ll be hard to match. Our relationship as it was, composed of imaginary daydreams that we allowed one another to swim within, was in reality just make believe, and now there’s no one but me left in this fantasyland.
This is what you need, you said.
This is what I want, I think.
Alone to see what I concoct stemming from what I desire: Affection unbound, passionate fire. A partner, so accepting of me that I have no choice but to agree. Even spaces between us, fitting snug and tight, ending every day together with a hug at night.
