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Sunday, April 05, 2009

the 18 days we spent together meant more to me than you'll ever know. an epiphany of sorts that just confirmed what i suspected all along, if you will.

things are empty here without you. that word hardly does the situation justice, but 'empty' serves just as well as 'incomplete', 'desolate' and a dozen other adjectives that could fit in that statement. simple things like waking up and knowing that you're there, or whining at you to cook (since i so obviously can't) are better remembered than all the places we went to (with the exception of the Phantom of the Opera; sorry dear, that one just really blew us both away though, didn't it?).

i'll wait as long as it takes.

-ionie
Now playing - Kimi ni Mune Kyun, Yuu Kobayashi (Maria Holic)

9:18 AM

posted by Shiawase 



It is truly alright.