Saturday, May 06, 2006
quiet honesty.
when it is late at night, and i am lost in my own make-believe world, drowned out in sentimental songs and surfing for election news... my mind inevitably wanders back to you, and the memories.
16, 000 miles apart, and though it's been less than a week since you dropped me off outside my hotel and whispered goodbye to me, it feels like one week too long.
truth is, you never really leave my mind. you're always there, whether we both like it or not. and along with the memories, from the morning when you appeared at my door at 7.30am, to the scandalous things we'd do in the library or elsewhere, to just being with you... they replay like a song on repeat mode. but unlike pap rhetoric, pleasantly so (thank god).
i want those times back. i want tt nearness, tt so-called meeting of minds, even though this constitutes legal contractual expression. the phone is lacking, but it is the closest i have to feeling you. just a voice. no scent. no cigarette. no starbucks grande mocha. no cheena restaurant. no shoelaces. no laughter. no snoring. no totally hilarious hokkien vulgarities. no kisses. no you.
ok. i admit. i'm missing the kisses.
3 more weeks.
i can survive them. so long as i tell myself tt you are waiting for me to come home, i will have the strength to. i have no choice but to.
wait for me.
now playing: hotel costes - cafe de flor
16, 000 miles apart, and though it's been less than a week since you dropped me off outside my hotel and whispered goodbye to me, it feels like one week too long.
truth is, you never really leave my mind. you're always there, whether we both like it or not. and along with the memories, from the morning when you appeared at my door at 7.30am, to the scandalous things we'd do in the library or elsewhere, to just being with you... they replay like a song on repeat mode. but unlike pap rhetoric, pleasantly so (thank god).
i want those times back. i want tt nearness, tt so-called meeting of minds, even though this constitutes legal contractual expression. the phone is lacking, but it is the closest i have to feeling you. just a voice. no scent. no cigarette. no starbucks grande mocha. no cheena restaurant. no shoelaces. no laughter. no snoring. no totally hilarious hokkien vulgarities. no kisses. no you.
ok. i admit. i'm missing the kisses.
3 more weeks.
i can survive them. so long as i tell myself tt you are waiting for me to come home, i will have the strength to. i have no choice but to.
wait for me.
# posted by Kitana @ 5/06/2006 02:51:00 PM 
