Saturday, January 3, 2009
I love you. I still do. And still waiting for a miracle to happen.
Sometimes I fantasize a love story between us, sweet and surreal. But when I come back to reality, I see the impossibility of it all, and my heart aches terribly.
Sometimes I imagine myself on my deathbed, with you beside me. We hold hands, and then I fall asleep forever. An ending I would prefer, really. To have you for my last hours, and no more yearning there after.
~thinking of you~ 12:04 AM