What do you see when you look at me?
Is it the same thing I see reflected in the mirror each day? Or is it an airbrushed version of what could be?
Do you see my heart and soul? My hopes and fears? My dreams and apprehension? Does it radiate off of me the way I think it does? This desire to feel something...to fill the empty space that sits barren inside of me. This primal need to touch and be touched...to be needed...to be wanted...to be whole.
Lying in my bed at night, I think of it. I ponder it and can nearly feel that warmth beside me, that weight as bodies shift, that heat of breath against my cheek. Only for a moment. A precious moment that's over too soon and I'm alone again in the silent and living dark.
And I ache.
