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Its nearly time to sleep, and suddenly I am gripped by a feeling of missing you; very badly so. The thought of hours ahead without the familiarity and warmth you bring is pushing me strangely close to tears, and like you've said so often- how have I done without us all this while?
Perhaps it is the impending separation when I leave for sweden that pushes us closer, that drives this sheer intensity of wanting and needing. But I would like to think otherwise. Letting go of every fear, every piece of cynicism that ever resided inside and surrendering to the moment of you, of us and of the future- that is what I know this is.
Then suddenly the need to cry, from this sensation of wanting so badly, wanes. Because even though I don't know how I have done without us all this while, I have a feeling
I won't have to ever do without this again.
And that's all I need tonight.
Perhaps it is the impending separation when I leave for sweden that pushes us closer, that drives this sheer intensity of wanting and needing. But I would like to think otherwise. Letting go of every fear, every piece of cynicism that ever resided inside and surrendering to the moment of you, of us and of the future- that is what I know this is.
Then suddenly the need to cry, from this sensation of wanting so badly, wanes. Because even though I don't know how I have done without us all this while, I have a feeling
I won't have to ever do without this again.
And that's all I need tonight.