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Growing Desire
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53 minutes ago
I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong… especially now.
Touch has become a rarity, almost a memory.
He’s sleeping beside me, and I know he’s not to blame. It’s just that everything has changed.
Sometimes I look at him and try to remember how it used to be — the warmth, the closeness, his breathing beside me.
I try to stay by his side, to be strong, to hide my weakness.
But sometimes the body doesn’t listen to reason. It demands, reminding me that I’m still alive.
Each time I promise myself it will be the last.
But the night comes again.
And once more, I’m left alone with my thoughts, with my guilt, and with this quiet, stubborn desire that never fades…