Monday, June 7, 2010, 21:44

I dreamt of him, so vividly. It was him. He wanted to talk to me, yet was interrupted by me.

I see the face so close, so clearly. I wished he was real, was here, but was just a dream.

I hope, I wish, I pray, that these dreams were good signs. Then again, dreams were but on the contrary of reality. Ain't it?

I didn't want to think this negatively, but give me reasons to be more determined before I could get a chance to give up. Will he?

You're too much of an obsession, could you be my possession?

Sorry, I'm too greedy.
"I believe 你总会看到我~"

"If I ever push you away, I don't really mean to. When I tell you I don't want to talk about it, I do; I am just looking for the right words. Give me a minute, and if I can tell you; I will.

I try to be a struggling mix of real and perfect at the same time. At the moment, I am working on the ratio. When I get really quiet sometimes, it is because I have too much to say. I have thought of too many things to tell you all at once and I don't know what to say first.

I get immaturely jealous of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis. I miss you really easily, but I also like that we can be a p a r t and we are both okay. Space is good, too.

I love the way we love some of the same things, and I love how we love entirely different things.

My head is in a complicated pile of thoughts, and fears, and cravings, and dreams, and this tangled up nostalgia for the past and, somehow, the future.

I am flawed and I am human and I am broken and I am trying. And I am one person and I am two hands. And I am so glad you exist, and I met you, and I fell for you, and I miss you, and I love you much."