After cackling to myself, with book in hand, lying in my bed…
I found the strong urge to touch myself.
After one attempt of falling asleep, I thought another try would be the charm.
Dim lights, night falls.
I found myself crying.
Everything has lost its meaning, I thought about his face and the warm touches of his hands, holding hands at the supermarket, walking down the streets.
I miss him.
How could I have not realized that. This was a lost, that I didn’t recognize.
We met in September, so it’s only been a month…actually I think we met in October, the beginning of October.
I find it disturbing that I force myself to quickly move on.
I can’t reconcile all the things that have happened in such a short time
It’s hard to process.
Again, I suppress my emotions…without knowing that which is in my heart.
The humor, the romance of a book suddenly rekindles similar feelings that resurfaces what I really feel below. It’s truly only been 3 weeks since I met him, the love I felt still remains, though I had buried it deep within…covered by my goals and dreams, and attempts of meeting them.
Alors, c’est la vie!
