The mark....

Gazing in the mirror, I reach out to touch the two identical spots on my arm. Small bruises that speak of a moment of passion when he nipped at the tender flesh of my arm making the smallest of marks. The bruises are fading, but I want them to last forever, a tattooed reminder of a night together. When in the dark he again spoke to me of love, passion and friendship. His words wrapped around me and for a moment I feel loved. I realize that this love is all in my mind, that these feelings are not mirrored. I can’t imagine what he wants from me or how he feels about me. He never explains his feelings, but merely elaborates on the confusion of his life. I don’t know where I fit, if at all. But with these marks, I know that for a moment in time, I was in his mind, present and desired.