Every second. Before every second was just another one without you. This absence was so oppressive I could hardly concentrate. The moments I did not feel your absence were scarce. I missed you so.I still miss you but I know you are getting back to me. Each second makes you get closer to me. I'm waiting for that moment you just take me in your arms. It's getting closer every second.
This is getting crazy. I have time and therefore I think. I have too much time to think then I need to write. It's the blackhole of my feelings, the expression of my emotions, an exit before it takes over me. Or is it the other way around? That I am basking in my feelings and pain, my way to not turn the page, keep things unchanged.
Who knows. Not me. I know nothing.
Mellie, may 2007
