The entire summer

It seems like everytime I've posted this summer it's been to complain about what I'm not getting from "The Other". But if you really look at it, it's been a solid year that I've had the same complaint. It would seem the squeaky wheel gets fixed, because after I post something "The Other" pays attention for a while and then it fades back to a point where I revert to writing to get out my feelings.

Why is it that this is a recurring theme for me? Am I doing something wrong that makes this repeat itself? Perhaps I push to hard? Perhaps I want too much? Perhaps it's just a matter of my expectations. Perhaps I need to adjust my way of seeing things.

It's really about the moments we do have, the times he looks at me and it is written in his eyes, the times he wants me, the times he holds me, the incredible sex. Maybe I need to narrow my vision so I only see those moments, where I savor each one till it dissolves like a disc candy to nothing but a sweet flavor in my memory.