I no longer feel the affectionate resonance of joy in my being. I feel as though romance right now, can be likened to an aircraft: the main door has been opened - and all the air has been sucked out. Everything is desolate. Devoid. I feel as though my inner core, once powered by romance and hunger, is now nothing but an empty space. A longing exists now. An engulfing forlorn desperation that screams, and yearns to be filled again. Like a calm warm spring would bring to the weary... I whisper "Rejuvenate me."

I want to know what it is to feel desired for again. I want to feel my hands lose control, and search his body again, find an answer to a burning sensation of wanting, of needing. To feign for, and be feigned over. I want to feel the joy of my heart exploding, and my eyes welling up uncontrollably as he kneels before me, ring in hand.

But instead there is one heart wrenching thought. Am I not the right person for you? to block all the things stopping you from reaching out to me? Is your mind not persuaded by me? Must my heart always feel the cruel clutches of desperation?

… Or even worse, must I always feel like our opportunity has been, and when you do ask me - It won't mean half as much, because i'm just sick of waiting.