Longing

Longing

I hate to be a broken record but yes I long for love. I long for the woman who would be the one that would spend the rest of her life with me. Who wants to be mine and me to be hers. I want to share my life with someone and for her to  share hers with me.

At the age of 39 I haven’t yet found someone and get married. Living together without marriage isn’t something that I would opt for but even that would be fine. To come home to a woman who loves you, to tell her how your day has been and listen as she tells you about hers. To discuss what’s for breakfast/lunch/dinner, when to go out, where to shop, what to buy, which movie to go to, what groceries to buy, what luxury items to get etc etc. Might seem like plain ole family stuff to some but it’s a big deal for me. And ofcourse, and I’m not trying to be crude here – sex! Sex with the woman who loves you and who you love back. The comfort of taking off your clothes and being with each other and then holding each other in bed and talk before you drift off to sleep.

These are the things I have missed and have not had. I’ve been in love before and have had sex but it’s been a terribly long time since I felt the warmth of a woman in my arms and certainly not lived with a lover. That is a huge gap in my life and I fear that I will die never having experienced it. Contentment and being loved for all that I am. Some people are unlucky in life. I guess that is my longing.

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