Besotted:

Written By:

Alexis Herrera

I pine for you.

And I spend time I shouldn’t—time I don’t have—wondering if the pining is requited. I pine after every smile, every wave. I pine as I wonder if every gaze we’ve ever shared lingered longer than the last.

I yearn for you—

the way I yearn for air, for sustenance, for warmth. I yearn for your touch, for the fire that ignites my skin when your tongue paints my name across your lips. I yearn to wander where we oughtn’t because we lost our way in each other’s eyes.

I ache for you.

I ache as though you are the oxygen for which my body begs. I ache as if I’ve known the pain that comes with losing you. I ache as though you are a dream just beyond my reach—a dream in which my fingertips can only brush, a dream that leaves my body ached for sleep. 

I long for you.

I long for whispered secrets and knowing glances—for moments that belong to only us. I long for entangled limbs beneath cold bedsheets, for rainy days and late night walks. I long for a life I can see behind my eyelids.

I pine, I yearn, I ache, I long.

I hope—that you do too.