Day 4

Slept for 3 hours wake up at 4 leave the house at dark get to the airport by 7 the plane delays 4 hours.

Half sleeping I try to figure out what this person really means to me, for I haven’t seen him for exactly 1 year and 3 months. A person which I learnt to forget. Try not to remember that I’ve done it quite well. A noise tinkling so close.

And then he comes, with the sweetest smile ever. My legs shaken by nostalgia, a feeling quite close to the real love I once felt.

The strangest thing is that no matter how much I wished for this day I can’t kiss him straight away. Say I’m too tired. But we hold hands anyhow, for I am strange only to myself.

Card of the day: l’etoile

Posted by Tatiana Wells at February 4, 2003 06:31 PM