Ironically, the words I’m trying to put together when trying to depict how I feel about him won’t come together.
It’s like describing the taste of water. I know I like it, I know it’s different, but I can’t characterize it.
I hoped that what I felt for him was merely lust, but when I found myself wondering why I wanted more than sex, I knew it wasn’t just that.
Sometimes I blame my loneliness for trying to make something out of nothing.
Although, it’d be nice to have someone around, it can’t be him.
He can’t even make enough time for me and when he does, we do the very same things that encourage my “fuck men” mindset.
He doesn’t tend to me as much as I’d like him to.
But when I see him, his charm enthralls me.
His charismatic persona lures me in.
He entices me.
I know I’m not the only woman he wants.
He’s weighing out his options, studying each and every one of his pieces before making his next move.
And when he does, it drives me crazy.
On the other hand, our chemistry is one that the world can envy.
When I look at him I see a small glimpse of our future.
Others see it too…
The constant: “You guys would look good together”
And the: “You guys are so similar”,
make my heart flutter.
We have similar souls that desire identical things in life.
His insight provokes thought in me.
It’s the sex.
I don’t need love.
Any other day, I don’t exist to him.
Days, weeks and even months go by without seeing him and the interest goes away.
Then it takes one message…
And I want to…
care for him