no contact order
my entire torso, all its nerve endings, tingle nervously as I wait.
What will the answer be? what will she say?
Does she even know that I asked a question?
I’m scared of the response. Or, am I scared that I will not get any response at all?
I wanted us to share our lives together. I wanted to be the one she came to, the one
she dreamt of hugging, the one she made love to.
I could get arrested, I should take back my question.
No, wait, but why…