I only eat half of the cookie, because I want to share everything with you. I see you sitting opposite of me saying 'no' to the sweet taste of the chocolate glazed bliss. The way you look at it makes me want to be that cookie. Oh so desired and satisfying. When I say good bye or good night I want to bent down and kiss you on the top of your head. I love the smell of your shampoo. When you say you're cold my arms automatically move, want to pull you closer and just hold you.
But..you never eat the other half. You don't sit opposite of me. My lips never touch your soft hair. My arms will always ache to embrace your slender form; never to experience the perfection that is holding you.
For I will always yearn for you... but you not for me.