One thing that frustrates me is being alone. Especially when being alone means not being with you.
Many hours I’ve spent wishing we were together.
As we yearn for one another.
Miles apart, however we strive to survive until we see, feel, embrace, kiss again.
One of the hardest things in my life is to be in love, but not be able to express the love openly , because I am
You’re not here, I’m not there, so we find things to keep us busy, because the feeling of loneliness plagues both of us.
To love is to lose, but to lose is to gain?
If someone would have said gaining is losing a few years ago , I would have laughed.
But now I know what it means
That’s the reason I’ll fight to see what the end will be; until then I’ll stay…