And yet, when I close my eyes, I see you. I think of you and feel nothing but at peace. Content. I regret nothing. Across the seven seas and thousands of miles, a strange, strange land, the only thing keeping me afloat is the thought of you, your strong embrace and your promise to be my cocoon.
I have tried to get along. Tried too hard. To love the sun and play with the snow. To wade in the lakes and soak in the rains. Never works. Perhaps, never will.
I have no choice but to go on...to go on and hope. Hope for us to be united again, eternally this time, I promise. As the sun turns in, I cross another day off the calender. Count seconds and minutes, hours and weeks and months and years. It crushes me until I can get up no more.
And wait is what I do. Wait for you to come to me, for you to call me. Perhaps, that's the biggest ordeal. The most scary, the worst punishment.
