Every single thing

I hate flashbacks. I keep getting them. And with them come urges. Urges to have you, all of you, because right now I'm convinced - yet again - that you're perfect for me. Not perfect in general but perfect for ME.

We'd be great together. Our minds and bodies would click. We'd fit.

You, you, you. I want to relive that. I want to feel that again - I'd played my cards right and you wanted me. It all felt so good.

Where did that go? What's wrong with your memory, what's wrong with my memory, my imagination?

And when the fuck will these sort of things stop happening? It's not like anything results from them. They just mess with my head and waste my time.

2 comments:

Anna said...

I wonder if this will last for two years.

Marina said...

So do I. Agh.