Delicate Torture's Blurty

...It's just a perfect day, you made me forget myself. I thought I was someone else, someone good.
I miss spending time with him in person.

I knew that this would happen after I went back home, what I didn't realise is that the feeling of things not being right would pervade every aspect of my life now. I feel like I've forgotten something important now that I am not waking up to make his coffee. I feel that I am somehow out of place now that I am in my own apartment and not quietly sharing his space.

I miss the feel of his lips against my mouth, the touch of his hand on my throat, the sound of his words in my ears and his fingers in my hair. I still have the constant press of his will in my heart, though... pushing me forward to be more pleasing for him.

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Lou Reed - Perfect Day