sábado, 22 de janeiro de 2011

home is where the heart is

Since I'm here and you're not I feel like I'm walking around with half of me. I'm not satisfied with chocolate or coffee or salty. Wine doesn't make any difference. I don't know why they say you took my heart because actually you took half of me. Before I knew you I was well sowed together and you made me notice I was incomplete. And only you could make me whole. Now I'm ripped. Half of me is with you, my laugh, my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams, my heart, my touch, my lips. I miss you so much it makes cry almost every night that it's taking so long to be with you. And freaking teleportation is a myth. How am I going to be like this for year or more? Just not knowing when I'll be with you. You know I'm a bit of a control freak and you don't mind. When I'm with you I don't even bother if I'm being too much because you're the same. My other half. And I'm guessing destiny just made us meet so we could know how it is. So at least we die happy knowing how's it like for 7 days. And hopefully for more 10 days in 5,5 weeks. I can't wait. I feel like sleeping beside you every night for the rest of my life, putting you to sleep combing your hair, waking you up and enjoying giving you pleasure without worrying about myself. Because I don't need too. I just need you. You're me other half and I'll never forget you. Even if this is hard and we break I know we'll meet again somewhere in the world. And will be awesome together. And everything will be ok once I get home to you. Wherever that is you're my home. And whatever happens I'll return home every time.