Lost
I am not truly sure what is going on.
But I feel alone.
Last Sunday was amazing, spending the whole day and night with you.
It felt like the time flew by and it was a dream come true.
I know I went too hard on you when plans fell through.
I was just so excited that I was going to see you.
I try to live by not having expectations because I hate the feeling of getting let down.
But when I think of you, all I can think of is that I want you around.
A year ago is when my long distance relationship ended.
I know we live a half hour apart, but I am scared it will turn into that past relationship, which was not splendid.
But it will not because I am with a completely different person who has changed my life from a bore.
This person brings out a complete different side of me that I have not seen before.
I think of him every minute of the day and cannot help but to miss him.
When I am not with him, my world seems dim.
When we are together, just by looking into his eyes gives me the butterflies.
Then I cannot help but to smile and feels like I won a grand prize.
A prize that will give me never-ending happiness.
And will never leave me depressed.
His smile makes me smile.
The smiles and feelings I get are indescribable and worthwhile.
I love to pleasure him, giving him feelings that he never had before.
When we make love, all I want is more.
To be in his arms gives me the comfort I need.
It gives me the feeling of trust and confidence to succeed.
Because I know he will always be there for me even when times get rough.
I will also be there for him because he is my hot stuff who has never made me blush so much.
Any thought of him brings me tears of joy that always pass by.
I think of how happy he makes me and I cannot help but to cry.
One knows he loves someone when the mere thought of losing them brings him to tears.
I love to share stories with him even though I do tend to repeat myself.
I cannot help but to be so happy around him, I just want to tell him everything I know myself.
I would do anything for him, anything he needed, just to see him happy.
I do not ever want to see him unhappy.
Because I am in his life to make it the best.
And release the stress.
I live by not looking at a person from what they were yesterday; I look at who they are today and what they are trying to be tomorrow.
When I am with him, I try to be thorough.
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