(Воскресенье, 23 марта 2014 г.)
I feel so frustrated and excruciated without him..
Sometimes I am about to believe that he is a figment of my mind. If it were not for his visits.. seldom visits.
Why cannot I come to him, touch him, his back and shoulders (o gosh, they're driving me mad), kiss his lips, be squeezed in his arms or even call him when I want it most of all?? It seems I always want it.
It's hard to endure constant separation. Sometimes I see no end to this trial. But I have two choices - either do something, leave everything and go to him or continue waiting for him. Today I will be a kamikaze if I choose the first option. But my heart bleeds without him.
I hate his future profession which is supposed to double the distance between us. Could future me believe that I wouldn't find his profession romantic any more? Or could future me realize how long we should wait for our "us"?..
The only thing I want is to fall asleep in his arms every night. No more worries, no more insomnias. I feel so placid and secure in his hug. The more we're apart, the more distant and unreal he seems.
But I'm still and will be waiting for him. He is the one, my beloved.
I feel so frustrated and excruciated without him..
Sometimes I am about to believe that he is a figment of my mind. If it were not for his visits.. seldom visits.
Why cannot I come to him, touch him, his back and shoulders (o gosh, they're driving me mad), kiss his lips, be squeezed in his arms or even call him when I want it most of all?? It seems I always want it.
It's hard to endure constant separation. Sometimes I see no end to this trial. But I have two choices - either do something, leave everything and go to him or continue waiting for him. Today I will be a kamikaze if I choose the first option. But my heart bleeds without him.
I hate his future profession which is supposed to double the distance between us. Could future me believe that I wouldn't find his profession romantic any more? Or could future me realize how long we should wait for our "us"?..
The only thing I want is to fall asleep in his arms every night. No more worries, no more insomnias. I feel so placid and secure in his hug. The more we're apart, the more distant and unreal he seems.
But I'm still and will be waiting for him. He is the one, my beloved.