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This Christmas i mourn our passing. Everything we felt, shared, said, done and made. The lachrymose event is not without tears. For i do weep, ceaselessly. I cannot find true respite and i cannot help but feel crestfallen and left to suffocate in almost 4 years of memories.
I will be honest. There is a part of me that yearns for your return, to calm my torrid heart that threatens to burn itself out any moment now. He wants to say many things to you, like how he has always been in love with you and still wants to be. How much he wants to hold you now and gently kiss you on your forehead whilst telling you everything will be alright. How he will always softly pat you to sleep and lay kisses on your cheek as you slumber.
And how he will always… see the airport lounge in your beautiful eyes.
But my inclination to sadism can only extend so far (for somehow i feel you do not care). His upkeep is far beyond my threshold, fragility has set in and the toll cannot be paid. There is no avoiding cliche when it comes to this. My heart is broken and there is nothing you can do to fix it.
I hope you understand the pathos of my situation.
Good night.
oh no poor you. i hope its not really as grim as you sound
i mean come on there are so many other distractions the world have to offer. cheer up.
zd
teddy bear.
you.
wound.
my.
brain.
with.
big.
words.
take care. cheer up.