What in the friggin' hell.

Yess, I am here again.

Started. Then deleted. None of my thoughts had been written done correctly.

Even now my head feels like a total mess. No jocking, without any nonsense. Here it goes:

Hey, I might be in love, I thought at first. Then shit happened, as it does. And here I am, totally, from head to heels confused not even knowing if I am even eadible or drinkable.

Am I the only one caring to talk? To start a conversation... you have to get an answer, right? Noooo. There he goes with the " ^^ "-stuff and I don't even know how am I supposed to imagine that face. Telling me he loves me, but does not try to stop me from sinking even deeper than I ever did...? Not once gave me a story about his life, not once told me what happened to him the day... So after all this: does he really...?

I am full with questions. He told me, he did choose right, when he waited. For what? For gipsy children to fall from the blue sky? (This is a hungarian stuff. Sounds still good, tho.) If I... if... I hadn't gathered my courage to write him something... I am sure he doesn't know how hard that was...

And I am here, there's not a night when I don't end up crying. I feel awful. I don't know how am I supposed to feel...

I miss him. I want him beside me. But... I somewhat can feel the distance between us... yeah, he lives at the other end of the world - so to speak... but that's not it. There's a way we can get along better than this, isn't? Am I doing something wrong, or... do I not undersand the situation well? ... I really don't know.

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...this was some shitty shit. Don't mind it.

Byye~♥