I counted single second for the moment to come when I will be seeing you. I didn’t sleep, I stayed awake, waiting, counting. Knowing that you will be in your pretty pink dress. Knowing I will be able to see your pretty eyes, your beautiful lips. Hoping I will hold your hand and feel your soul, and be able to share, what I feel, what I am going thru. Hoping to hear from you, and while you speak, only see you. I was hoping to have an ice cream, have fun and enjoy.
The moment came, and went by in few moments. We spoke for less then a minute and had to say bye, I understand for the obvious reasons of neighbors and camera’s. But still, I wish it had lasted more. Few more hours, or minutes. Even seconds. Few more moments with you.
Going away from you is like someone is stretching and tearing apart your skin from your body, but I kept moving, away from you. With pain but hopeful, I will see you again, I will hold your hand, I will spend more time with you.
I hope.
I love you Mish.
