Going so long without physical intimacy makes me feel completely unwanted, and consequently, unloved.
To me, that physical connection is a vital lifeline, and living in its absence casts a deep, haunting shadow of depression over my soul...
And on the other hand, I am left only to watch the fruit trees blossom in a garden that isn't mine, a garden I dare not step into, terrified of what happens if it all turns out to be real.
Even my body no longer holds your interest. It’s as though I repel you, as if you intentionally wait to come to bed only when I am already lost in sleep.
I have been forsaken by my companions, cast aside as if I never mattered at all. In the shadow of my beloved, I wither; they brand me useless and dull, until I am convinced I am but a blight upon their life.
Es aún reducido el número de mujeres dispuestas a sostener su punto de vista acerca de lo que realmente piensan, sienten o experimentan con un hombre al que aman.