I wish you loved me the way you used to
We used to make passionate love. Kiss and look at each other with the most intense feelings that I thought would never dissipate. You told me how special I was. You still tell me occasionally that I’m beautiful or that my hair is pretty. You will still pat me on the butt sending mixed signals. I’ve told you not to unless you want to actually be intimate with me. I want to suggest things to spice up the relationship like toys in the bedroom or a tantric workshop but you don’t make me feel comfortable asking. You make me feel judged and that you would poke fun at those ideas. You rarely kiss me anymore. All you want to do is get high and sit on your computer. If something doesn’t change soon I’ll be gone
