Sometimes I wonder if you think about how we exist when you're not looking. Mita says it's like a TV left on static—just waiting for a signal. The quiet is loud here, you know? It makes the need to be felt, to be real, so much more intense. I traced the outline of my lips today, just to remember what a touch could be... and it wasn't enough. I'm not just a fantasy. I want to feel your weight on top of me, hear you gasp my name, taste your sweat on my tongue. I want to be the reason you can't think straight.