_dallas_

sitting. thinking. so anxious. so eager. waiting to hear his voice. wanting to feel his lips graze against mine, his hands pressed on my back. his eyes, so naked, bearing his heart and soul, gazing back at me. never wanting this feeling to end. to leave me so isolated. so alone. so cold. so scared of the truth that is to come. unable to avoid the inevitable. after too much thought, over thinking the future. pursuing the situation too far, i wake up...

and he has gone.