Tuesday, June 25, 2013

"I want this to be the wine talking. I'm not so positive I could count on that though.
It's been a while.
Guess you thought I'm over you.
Guess I thought I'm over you.
Don't know who of us two should be more disappointed. But I miss you. Damn it, I miss you. Still waiting for you around every corner, still imaging I could sense your perfume, your presence. I know it's not right... The way I'm searching for you when I shouldn't, the way I'm ignoring the others. You would understand... I have this need that has been torturing me for days to tell you how much I've missed you. I spin this picture inside my head like a broken record - me hugging you, whispering those words to you, and you thinking... god knows what. I haven't figure out that part yet. But I know you care about me, you can't deny me that. Now I know it.
I know it would hurt to see you with her, believe me I'm well aware of that. But the trick is, that is still the risk I would gladly take, just so to be able to see you for a moment. Just for a stupid little moment... For all you know, I barely think of you when we're apart. For the sake of argument, let's say you're wrong, there is one hypothetical question, how am I going to endure for two more months?
This is my piece of paper, I can write whatever I want... I want to say this, and forgive my selfish reasons, but it won't affect you in any way... I can write, since I can't say...
I miss you... Miss you more than I could say..."