by Frances Meupe

Created on: September 01, 2011

When it comes to him, thoughts run through my mind all of the time.  It doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing.  I think of good conversations and  funny little stories.  I think of intense moments, whispers in my  ear and pillow talk.

When it comes to him, I think about how I  was mesmerized by his stunning good looks, his aura, his intelligence.  He is so smart and wise without being arrogant.  He has a quick wit about him and a wonderful sense of humor.  I can’t help giggling to myself when I think about one of his silly, lame jokes.  Oh how we laughed together and at each other.

To be with him was to adore him.  I was like putty in his hands.  I just wanted him to mold me and shape me into whatever he wanted me to be.  I got weak in the knees at his touch and like butter I melted into him.  To be one with him was to be connected mind, body, spirit and soul.

We talked about everything.  He was so down-to- earth and easy to talk to.  And a very good listener as well.  He was always so kind, so thoughtful, so  considerate.  He was always eager to please.  I thought that our relationship would last forever.  But all of his good qualities were overshadowed  by his deceit and his unfaithfulness. 

When it comes to him, he’s still in my head and in my heart.  He pulls at my heartstrings-even now.  When it comes to him, I’m so lovesick.  What am I going to do?  It’s over.  He has left me afraid and alone. 

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