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  • My need to be wanted was at times insatiable.

    Driving me from one bed to the other, away from people I thought I loved and towards people I could never be with.

    Maybe it was knowing that someone was all wrong for me that made me let go of myself. You can say or do anything when you're not trying to build a life with someone.

    Love them and leave them, always keep them wanting more. Isn't that what they all say? Isn't that what I say?

    So how then did I get here.

    Here in my bed that we share, in the home that we built. Alone.

    I have to hold on tight to the memory of you by my side, because I would be lying if I said I didn't think about other beds. Waiting for you to come home has pushed my need to be desired past the point where it should have broke, my will power should have failed me by now. If you were any other man, I would have had five more by now.

    But you are like no man I have ever known.

    I wait for you.
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