I’m waiting for Deirdre to come home and I want to surprise her with this dress. I’m barefoot and I’m not wearing any panties. I want to feel my lips on hers and her fingers deep inside me as soon as she opens the front door.
I miss her so much when she’s not near me. Her presence calms me; her absence makes me brittle and tense. She is my anchor, my oasis, my soother. And I am the same for her. Born as two, growing as one.
When is she coming home? Is that the sound of her footsteps?
– Andrea