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the wind is blowing through the window. ruffling the curtain. music is playing taking ever inch of my soul in love. i couldnt get enough of this feeling. the music ends. i grab my book and sit down on my bed trying to create poetry. everythings more quiet now. everythings more calm. this is the best time to write my feelings for you. just like those love songs that takes me to my world of romance. i want to do the same thing for you. i want you to feel what i feel. something greater than life. unseen by any device or method. this love i cant live without... im still trying to write but words cant seem enough to describe this feeling. scribbles over my writing to cover up my pathetic attempts. i just wish you could feel what i feel. or even just see what i feel. then maybe our world will be perfect. i want so many things for us. but why is it so hard that you mean more to me than just friends. it could be the distance. coz it hurts every single day. its worth it. isnt it. you are my best friend. you are my love. but you hurt me and i hurt you more... i find myself laying on my tummy with the curtains close to my face beating from the wind like a broken heart. the power of music is gone. i reach for play when i should be reaching for you. your too far. the song plays again.
..3 days..