I want to tell her that I haven’t been able to shake my thoughts of her. That I burned with jealousy when I pictured another guy holding her at night. That I can’t shake the ache behind my ribs each time I think about wrapping my arms around her and holding her until morning. I want to tell her that I get drunk on dreams of her every night and wake up feeling hungover. I can’t get you out of my fucking brain, I want to scream. Instead, I keep my words under lock and key. I’m not giving up, but I won’t push her. Not right now, at least.
