Pain of seperation
It's no longer strange having mental conversations with Joe.
What do you think she'll do. He asks.
Don't know. He sighs and I let him pull me closer. We're lying on my bed. I put my hand against his bare chest and feel a small tingle in my palm.
The pain of seperation still hurts a bit even when we weren't connected.
I know, but I want her to wait till he can move out so he doesn't feel guilty. My thourghts whisper. I look up at him and feel his hands slip under my shirt to be placed on my waist. I kiss him softly. I pull back and he groans making me laugh. I lay back against his chest and let him hold me like that.
I don't want her hurting Joe.
Then should we warn her about classes. I smile.
Not funny. Just being a metre away from him gives me acheing.
Don't you think if we always talk like this we'll become un socialized.
Or called insane. I hear him chuckle and smile myself. I close my eyes and feel myself drift to sleep.





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