I long to be back in that foreign land. Free and happy, and loved.
I miss a certain someone more than anyone knows. I can only hope that he misses me as much. I need to believe that, as he is about the only one who makes me smile.
Oh, to be looked at like that. For him to have given up his bar job. To talk about a future - our future. His smell. Holding hands. Kisses in public. Being shown off to his peers. Not a care in the world.
Now, my soul sings a sorry song. One laced with longing, sadness, doubt, emptiness.
I have to believe in the best in people.
For the only person I have truely let in for a long time to be so far away is painful. For the first time in my life, I would consider giving up my world. Is that crazy? I don't know.
I just hope that I have the strength to come out on top.