There's something wrong about starving a relationship of affection.
That's what being with Mr. Date feels like sometimes, like I'm starving from lack of affection and it's pretty aggravating to think that it just doesn't burn within him, this desire to be affectionate with me, to touch my face and talk to me and laugh.
Perhaps he is not in love with me like both of us thought.
Am I?
I often find myself looking at him and admiring him. I long for him to kiss me, hold me and I wonder if ever the smile in my eyes betrays how much I have longed for it.
I hate him. No, I hate that I want him.
Something needs to be done about this. Something. something. some thing.
xoxo
Le Petit Coquette
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