I am a romantic at heart,I love the touch and the love of a man,my man.I give just as much if not more than he because I want him to feel that I cherish what he is giving me.Well One morning after I decided that I no longer wanted to deal with my illness,reality hit me.For four years I have been sleeping in the same bed with a friend.He sleeps at one end of the bed and I at the other.We sleep under separate covers and we have this imaginary line where we don't mind booting the other back to their perspective side.I sat there staring at him as he slept trying to figure out what I did to make my lover only want to be my friend.I felt cheated because although he could never replace the love of my life.I made him feel like the only man that mattered.I went from being his world to being his roommate.We remain silent at all times.From time to time we share a laugh,and I silently pray it over,but so much is unsaid and its not from a lack of trying.At what point do you walk away and why would you stay?
divalicious
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