Just Woke Up

I need to hear your voice.

I need it badly.

I really need to hear your voice.

You have no clue how much I need to hear your voice.

I hadn't dreamt of you in too long, and it was the best thing to happen to me in the last six and a half months. It really was like if I wasn't sad (laugh out loud but sorry... I don't quite remember how does it feel not to be sad at least a bit).

I'm literally hitting myself so hard my lip is bleeding. I need to hear your voice... and I'm enough of a coward not to just ask you.

Next is a picture of a heart-shaped drop.

I think I figured one thing. I cannot die before having held you in my arms, before I've pressed my lips on your skin. I need to be with you for at least a moment. If when I have a moment by your side, you please and just let me imagine I'm requited for thirty seconds... if you just let me kiss your lips for a flashing instant, if you let me let you know how much I love you and will always do and you pretend you care, if you pretend it makes you happy... you wouldn't have to worry about me ever again. That's for sure. Bye.

I'm not really sure how I'm feeling right now, but... I'm crying a fucking river.