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Anticipation
Anticipation . . . It has become the thief of sleep this night - robbing me of the essential elements of rest and recreation.
It crawls along the caverns and corridors of my fractured mind - it taunts and teases of that which lays just over the near horizon. It plays the adolescent game of hide and seek with my emotions; tying my mind in silly knots of "does he really like me?" And compelling me to demonstrate my earnest desire in performance.
Yet, we are grown ass adults experienced adults at that! We should be well beyond anticipation - but the feeling is palpable - it is raw and all too real.
Anticipation has invaded this sacred situation and seeks to cause disruption where there truly has not been.
Anticipating his embrace - his smile - his laughter - his kiss . Anticipating the warmth of his presence - it is the greatest form of anticipation that I have ever known.
It crawls along the caverns and corridors of my fractured mind - it taunts and teases of that which lays just over the near horizon. It plays the adolescent game of hide and seek with my emotions; tying my mind in silly knots of "does he really like me?" And compelling me to demonstrate my earnest desire in performance.
Yet, we are grown ass adults experienced adults at that! We should be well beyond anticipation - but the feeling is palpable - it is raw and all too real.
Anticipation has invaded this sacred situation and seeks to cause disruption where there truly has not been.
Anticipating his embrace - his smile - his laughter - his kiss . Anticipating the warmth of his presence - it is the greatest form of anticipation that I have ever known.
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