when you can’t hug me strongly and kiss me passionately in front of others but tug my cheeks, grasp my hands tightly, wipe my tired face with your hanky, and toy with my hair instead. trust me , that’s romantic.

 I’ve come to the realisation that I’m an addict. I want all of your focus. I wait for people to leave when you aren’t there so I can take out my phone and get my fix. 

You know, a simple response is all I need to smile and recline in my chair.  You are my own unique source of dopamine.

I experience withdrawal symptoms once you are gone. I am agitated when you aren’t nearby. As the hours pass without your voice to comfort me, I begin to panic.

So I wait as my world gradually seems to fall apart until you message me and dopamine starts to flow once more through my veins.