I feel you… deeply, strongly… as if you truly exist somewhere in this vast world. But where? I don’t know. My heart whispers that you might be out there, yet another part of me fears you’re nothing more than a fragile creation of my imagination.
Still, I wish—just once—I could meet you, touch you, feel your presence. This feeling isn’t random; it’s different. My heart races, butterflies stir in my stomach, my breath quickens. All I want is for you to be real… to exist, to be near, to let me find you.
Before I leave this world, I long to see you, to reach out and know you’re not just a dream. A piece of my heart still aches for you, still waits for you. I see you when I close my eyes, but when I wake, you’re gone. And my heart… it weeps for you.
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