They have not been in working order for over three years.
The anger I feel when I know that some filthy, degenerate simian is going to get its hands on you someday, running over that same smooth skin that was mine to touch not even a full month ago.
The rejection I feel when seeing you carrying on with your daily business as if I don’t exist.
The solitude I feel when I know I will never meet someone like you for the rest of my life, and I will never again be understood the way you understand me.
The hopelessness I feel when I know that for as long as we stay friends, I will continue to want you back, and the coldness I feel when I know I will have to force myself to be numb to the desires that would sting me forever: wanting to hold you, wanting to kiss you, wanting to look into your eyes and see them looking happily back into mine, wanting to know that your smiles at me are caused by me, wanting to hold your hand, wanting to be the one you care about more than anyone else.
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videoflesh said:
Familiar indeed. I felt something so similar just a few months ago and reading this I can almost feel that exact thing again.
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