Every day I feel like part of me is dying īcause of not seeing him. I canīt wait to see again his beautiful face, to hear his wonderful voice, to feel a gentle touch of his hands on my shoulder, to touch his strong body, to be a part of him. My love is flying like the wind, triing to tell everyone how much I love him. Life without him is to me like living hell, like my life doesnīt mean anything, like it just a shadow, a shadow of my dreams. Life without him is to me like end, the end of my story, the end of my life. I canīt stand the thought that he is now probably dancing, singing and laughing, while I am here criing and dieing for him. The only thing that keeps me alive is the hope that I am going to see him again, to enjoy in his presonce, in his life and triing to be a part of him.
Post je objavljen 13.04.2006. u 18:10 sati.