Wishy-washy

Goddamn it, don't you understand?  It's YOU.  It's always been YOU.  I wish the next time, you would look into my eyes and see beyond my simple desire to the fact that you truly fulfill me in a way that I don't think anyone else can.  You're my fantasy and no one else can live up to that. 
You said, years ago, that we're made for each other.  Well, I still think that's true.  But I can't believe that anymore, I'm not allowed to.  That was lost between the passive aggressive fights and the lies and the months upon months of both of us hurting. 
But right now, this feels right.
This feels good (so good)
And you need to stop fucking thinking about things and just let them happen.