Hello people of Earth (and wherever else you may be from). How is everyone today? I hope just dandy. I don't really know how I am today. Or how I have been the whole week. I feel odd. Detached. No clue why; I guess it's just one of those things. I miss my love like crazy; I haven't seen him in two weeks. It moved me to tears last night before I went to bed, which was really uncool because I was TRYING to get some sleep and my nose was blocked up like there was a Hoover Dam in there or something. It sounds like I'm sugar-coating this to make it seem like it didn't bug me, but this is exactly how I viewed it. Okay, maybe not exactly. I WAS sad. And it saddened me [hence the tears], but I'll endure.
Something that always scares me is that we will grow apart. My angel and me, I mean. Whenever I feel detached, I think that it will happen. We'll slowly go apart. And I desperately don't want that to happen. I will hold him by his sequined scarf so he won't go. I think I unconsciously separate myself from the rest of everyone because I'm scared of that. I know it sounds like that doesn't make sense, and it doesn't fully, but it does. Not sure how, but it does.
I love him dearly. And the pieces of myself are missing him with a longing, worse than that of a caged bird who longs to stretch his wings. And it hurts worse than those cramped wings. Goddess, it hurts. My eyes burn, my chest hurts, and random things stop. Like my reactions. To anything. Maybe that is the reason for my curious detachment. The only remedy for this is his arms. His lips. His smile. His eyes. His face. Him. My angel. His words of love tie me over, but they only do so much. I don't know why, but I ne
ed the reassurance that he loves me and that he will never leave me. We haven't spoken a lot because our schedules don't allot us that time, and that, I think, is the reason why I need the assurance.
Baby, please tell me you love me. I know you do, but I need to hear it.
I love you. I need you. I miss you. I want to hear you laugh; to see your smile; to see your eyes light up and sparkle in the moonlight when I'm in your arms; to be with you; to see your face scrunch up when I touch your nose. I love all of that. I miss all of that. I love you. I miss you. I need you.
Something that always scares me is that we will grow apart. My angel and me, I mean. Whenever I feel detached, I think that it will happen. We'll slowly go apart. And I desperately don't want that to happen. I will hold him by his sequined scarf so he won't go. I think I unconsciously separate myself from the rest of everyone because I'm scared of that. I know it sounds like that doesn't make sense, and it doesn't fully, but it does. Not sure how, but it does.
I love him dearly. And the pieces of myself are missing him with a longing, worse than that of a caged bird who longs to stretch his wings. And it hurts worse than those cramped wings. Goddess, it hurts. My eyes burn, my chest hurts, and random things stop. Like my reactions. To anything. Maybe that is the reason for my curious detachment. The only remedy for this is his arms. His lips. His smile. His eyes. His face. Him. My angel. His words of love tie me over, but they only do so much. I don't know why, but I ne
ed the reassurance that he loves me and that he will never leave me. We haven't spoken a lot because our schedules don't allot us that time, and that, I think, is the reason why I need the assurance. Baby, please tell me you love me. I know you do, but I need to hear it.
I love you. I need you. I miss you. I want to hear you laugh; to see your smile; to see your eyes light up and sparkle in the moonlight when I'm in your arms; to be with you; to see your face scrunch up when I touch your nose. I love all of that. I miss all of that. I love you. I miss you. I need you.
I love you. You are my angel. I will always love you. Don't ever forget that.
ReplyDeleteyour wait will not be long. I will be with you soon. I will be whole. I shall kiss you the way I have dreamed so many times. Ilove you.
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