i. We would sleep, but never touching, your sheets were always cold, your room dark, like a thick blanket
You told me tonight that all you wanted to do was hold me in your arms, I didn't know if this was the truth or the ***** speaking your sentiments for you
ii. You have been out with women, women who I'm sure were beautiful, who were possibly more expressive, more full of life, able to offer you what I couldn't but still, you said that you were left with comparisons and that every time