I don't know if I like this. I mean, if we had no choice, that would be one thing. But that isn't really the case here. I feel like you're willing taking all this time away from me, and for some reason, it kills me. A week seems so ling, because everyday drags on forever because I can feel this tension between us. I've always been an inherently physical person, and not seeing you, and not having the option to touch you, due to your decision ... well, it fucking sucks. I understand things better when I can touch someone, I connect better that way ... human contact is the most reassuring thing anyone can give me, and I'm being deprived of it by one of the most important people in my life.
How I, I am not into the idea of living without you
And I, I am not into the idea of being without you
None of this is really any huge problem.
I'm just whining.
I think I'll take the rest of this rant to my journal.
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