I’m going to hate you in the morning, but I sure do love you tonight. Being alone is what I fear. What I crave is a soft touch and a sympathetic ear, a gentle caress during a quiet moment together. Love is a wonderful thing and I have much to give. But without someone to share it with, well, why do I live? I’m so hungry for love, but I’m just the means to an end for you. Though to what end I cannot fathom. Perhaps your own fear of being alone? So once again we leap into the chasm. Written 12/14/14, in the Great Basin of Nevada
