18 August 2010
I buried my face in his chest and brought myself closer...
He asked: won't he be jealous?
I answered: what's there to be jealous about? he already said "im sorry"...
I missed being that close to someone without being pushed away...
I missed relishing in the warmth that radiates from being that close to someone because it's really really comforting...
I missed not being able to just let the world disappear even if it's just for a couple of minutes...
There's only two people who ever allowed me to do that...
My dad. And Mr. "Tea"...
Now you.
I can't help but wonder though... Will I ever stop looking for warmth from someone and look for it within myself?
what we could have been, 9:45 am.
