A small token of my appreciation.

Twenty six lovely months

Red wine, chocolate, peanut butter and lots of love! It only twenty four, and more to come.

I am tired of checking that blog every day only to find that old post despite all the promises; I’m sad that letters don’t arrive anymore and all I do is wait!

I hate the fact that I am unable to write or do anything about it, I hate being lonely even though there is someone there and I hate this pathetic kind of posting. Yeah, I suck! Meh… I should just wait, shouldn’t I?

Twenty three months since I’ve met you in a true sense, 92 weeks of holding hands, 644 days of dreaming, 15456 hours of thinking about each other, 927360 minutes of sharing hopes, 55641600 seconds of wonderful moments and almost as many heart beats filled with love.

my world just collapsed

It’s been a long time since I last posted something here and to be honest I don’t quite know if I should keep this little corner of myself online anymore. I mean, I have no inspiration, I can’t write anything worth reading no matter how much I try… and it sucks! Yeah, I’ve been used to be able to write whenever I wanted but now it seems that something isn’t working right.

I stand in the front of my notebook looking at the screen and think about what I should write and I find nothing at all; it’s like my mind is empty. So I’ll give myself some time to decide if to close shop or not (I don’t want to take advantage of Nimic.org and stay online without new content or visitors just to waste their storage space).

I love and need you! Happy birthday, even if it is a couple of days late.

Mine! Yours!

Why did you have fall in love? Weren’t you miserable enough without being in love? Kisses, promises, chocolate, sunshine and rain. You were a lonely person, you liked the way you were and now you are trapped between two worlds, not belonging to any of them; trapped between loneliness and crowds, between misery and love, happiness and depression. You love her, you really do and she loves you too, but sometimes you just feel like there is no room for you in her heart, in her world.

You can’t ask her to change what she is and you can’t ask her to stop becoming what she wants, you don’t even want to do those things. You just want for it to be like the first moments, shy kisses, laughter and hands holding. Memories, damn memories, they always love making fools of all of us.

You stand alone in your empty room reading the letters that she used to give you; you used to talk about all the things in the world, you used to write to each other and now all those things ceased. It’s like a tiny universe collapsed on itself killing the only two people that lived there. Could you ever be the one she deserves and wishes, could you be to her as she is to you?

“In recent news, millions of butterflies from all over the world have suddenly died in a strange and silent ritual. Scientist remain baffled as no known cause can be found to such behavior.”