F*cking distance...
I woke up late, lazily, and I wandered around the house playing with my cat and munching some fruit before sitting in front of my computer.
And there you was, your anger, your feelings spilled in a window. You saying you were hurt. You saying you were sorry for telling me all those things but you had nowhere else to go. Telling me that I could close the window and erase everything.
How could I close that window? The only thing I could do is to curse distance, planes and money. Do you know how much it hurts when you just want to cross the fucking ocean and offer a hug, the only thing I have, but you know you can't? It hurts so much it scares me, even my body is aching. I didn't even have a phone number to call you and tell you "Don't worry, I'm here. Even if 'here' is far far away from where you are, I feel it so close, distance doesn't matter..."
And now I feel stupid and unuseful... And I'm crying and I have a knot in my stomach and I want you online, please. And the only thing I can do is write this and hope you'll read it so you'll know you're not alone.
I don't know if I need you more than you need me now. I need you to confort me and tell me you're okay. I need you to tell me that those scars dissapeared. Come back soon, please...
And this strange post sounds like so desperate. I look so emotional and hurt, when it was you the one asking for help... But I had to write it or I'd explode, I just needed to do it, maybe to give you some proof that I do care for you. And now I can't stop babbling non sense. I'm going to say the same thing you said before, just close the window if you don't want to read it. Sorry.
And there you was, your anger, your feelings spilled in a window. You saying you were hurt. You saying you were sorry for telling me all those things but you had nowhere else to go. Telling me that I could close the window and erase everything.
How could I close that window? The only thing I could do is to curse distance, planes and money. Do you know how much it hurts when you just want to cross the fucking ocean and offer a hug, the only thing I have, but you know you can't? It hurts so much it scares me, even my body is aching. I didn't even have a phone number to call you and tell you "Don't worry, I'm here. Even if 'here' is far far away from where you are, I feel it so close, distance doesn't matter..."
And now I feel stupid and unuseful... And I'm crying and I have a knot in my stomach and I want you online, please. And the only thing I can do is write this and hope you'll read it so you'll know you're not alone.
I don't know if I need you more than you need me now. I need you to confort me and tell me you're okay. I need you to tell me that those scars dissapeared. Come back soon, please...
And this strange post sounds like so desperate. I look so emotional and hurt, when it was you the one asking for help... But I had to write it or I'd explode, I just needed to do it, maybe to give you some proof that I do care for you. And now I can't stop babbling non sense. I'm going to say the same thing you said before, just close the window if you don't want to read it. Sorry.