Come into my life or get out of my mind…

Have you ever had one of those people in your life…one of those that causes a heart pinch every time you think of them. And you physically have to restrain yourself from looking at any visual stimulation that reminds you of them or any image as that brings such an intense physical and emotional reaction within you that you’d rather visit your doctor to get Botox in your toes? And their presence lingers for a while after you’ve seen them but then the feeling slowly converts from a romantic and delusional escapade to an absolute desert deprived of all life and just filled with sand like memories until it reaches the despair and agony of wanting them like crazy?

And since you don’t know when you will see them next, if ever, you walk around with the strangest unpleasant warmth in your belly which resembles a stomach ache but it’s actually not pain but rather the annoying doubt of a timely future encounter…you are truly functional but you notice that you tend to gravitate towards occupying all of your free minutes with something just so you can avoid the suffering of picturing their eyes again…but you actually just want to curl into a ball in bed and dream of them being in your arms and imagine how they smell and taste and now you just want to poke through your eye and into your brain and swirl around as that would actually feel less painful…and Time has inadvertently become your enemy now as instead of moving at its usual lightning speed is now passing at a glacial pace…and you never even told them, did you?

And after a while, you just wish that they either come back into your life or just get the fuck out of your mind…

You lost him…you never had him but you lost him. And you don’t know what you did but somehow you know it must have been your fault…

If your answer is “no”, well then, my dear friend, you’ve never been in love…or is it lust? Anyway, one of those…

About Desi Stark

All luxury beauty and lifestyle with a sprinkle of the occasional random thought and some life stories.
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