I do

 In the beginning, I'd drift off to sleep after we'd texted goodnight, imagining your hands on me, but stopping before anything else ran through my head that could keep me awake longer than your words already had.  

I knew it was silly.  It felt so good to imagine you there though.  It felt less alone.  

And now, magically it seems, you have been there.  The real life you, not a figment.  It feels shocking to be wanted, and even more shocking to be wanted by someone I have craved.  

I keep the memory of you reaching for my waist and turning me back toward you to kiss me again.  Stroking my hair gently.  Kissing me warmly on the forehead as my head rests on your chest.  Squeezing me close to you. Wrapping me up in you.  Every time I think of you, I feel my body flush and tense with longing. 

You asked me to let you know every once in a while that I still wanted you.  I do.  

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