I wait but I am not patient like I wish I could be. I have never been stoic. If you were to know that my thoughts have been haunted by you these past days would you turn away? I feel the temptation to harden my heart, and turn all of my feelings into anger, something to protect myself from grief with, but if you are to return to me open armed I can not hope to ever embrace you again with a stone cold face. Yet is it sex alone for you? If so, I can make it that. But, often, there is no coming back. For now it us an us thing.