What a waste of time. And I'm living it.

I’ve put myself in some deep shit

but i keep telling myself

“It’s gonna be worth it.”

“One fine day, youll meet up and you will hug him and you will never let go.”

“when he goes to fly back to wherever, you’ll join him.”

“But that scar you have is all you got right now, so dont lose  hope, you have SOME hope, and SOME faith in the future.”

“not much of a future, just loads of fantasy.”

“but its what you’ll live for.”

“Hold out for the I love you’s.”

because

I  do

I love you.

And with that, I bid you good night.

[That is completely unnecessary]

Not sure when.

Not sure how.

But I’ll make it there someday.

Across the hills, Across the valleys, Across the coastal seas,

I’ll make it there, in one piece, it’ll be just you and me.

What happens now is part of life, but I will get there soon. I don’t have it all planned out but I have a fair idea. 

It’s not fair that someone who loves me so much has to be as far away as he is. Why can’t we both have fairness and freedom and meet in the middle, share a house and split the rent? Can’t we just make this work? I want to make this work. WANTWANTWANT.

You don’t have to love me,

You don’t have to like me,

You don’t have to accept me,

or judge me,

or hug me,

or help me,

or hide from me,

Please just don’t hate me.