Waiting for another night to remember pt 1

I want him need me as much as I need him. I feel like the doll he locked in the closet until he finally wants me again.  If I was just given a time to look forward to I could stop checking my phone and get my homework done. As the days pass I feel the wait gets longer every night. I'm trying not to lock eyes with the habits in my rear view mirror but not receiving that reassurance has me reaching for more but I must hold myself back.

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