Staying aloof is easier now. In my head it’s clearer to me what I want. I want you to be eaten up by a slow madness that quiets only when you are with me. I want you to hate every moment we have apart when you are without the assurance that I am all yours. I want you to be so consumed by love for me that you cannot go one one more minute without bursting to tell me of your love. Until then you are not worth it.

Until then all you will have are mere glimpses of comfort from my tenderness. Until then you will crave for mere morsels of my attention.