Woe is me.

[_madro_]

Oh if I could only come up with the words to tell her. How I'd love to spill my heart yet another "last" time. Sadly, the words I have planned to speak, only become a whisper like a lost radio signal. Silent. Mute. That's all I ever am. Mute. If I could only tell her how I much I think of her each day, or how I picture her in my arms each night. Those moments where all is well in the world: no turmoil. No despair. Not a care in the world. That burning ember inside my chest. How I wish I could kindle it between us again. It seems fairly weak to her, but mine is glowing brighter than the sun. I wish she would realize how much I care, what she means to me, and what I want to be to her. I want to be her Romeo, and she my Juliet. Two love-bound people not giving a care in the world, but only what we treasure the most: each other. I really want that life back. I really want that feeling. I really want my hand in hers. I really need her touch. I really want us to be together..

A fool some may think, but it's a desire I've had since day one of seperation. I want this void to be filled, before I lose control. Before sorrow overtakes and drags me to a dark crevasse beneathe a deep blue sea. I don't want to live on memories anymore, I want to make new ones. With her.

If this isn't love, shoot me now and end it quickly. I'd hate to pull that trigger myself.

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This is all that is on my mind for now, I'm sorry for the drama. I could write a book about this, but my live journal is all I have for the time being.