It’s midnight, my alarm’s going to go off at 6:30, and I can’t sleep.
I’m just afraid that nobody’s ever going to want me again. I’m afraid that I will be lonely and alone and sad and unlucky in love forever. And that nobody will ever kiss me again, nuzzle my neck again, gently place their hand in the small of my back. I’m afraid that I’ll never have that kind of intimacy again.
I’m not just talking about sex here, folks. I’m talking about the kind of intimacy you get when you’ve been with somebody, when you know somebody, when you really love somebody. The kind of intimacy that comes from really wanting to be with somebody.
It’s been a long time since my relationship had that going on. I miss it. And I’m afraid it’ll never happen for me again.