I love him.
That was never the question.
It's just that I couldn't figure out how to stop making each other desperately, shriekingly, soul-punishingly miserable.
I had wished that I could behaved more like a true lady.
Independent, strong, self- sufficient, A SELF FEEDER.
End up those exactly times I tried so hard to stop letting my man feeding my soul.
And I, tried same hard, stop trying to eat his soul. And this is killing me slowly.
I had wished to be a woman who ask nothing of anybody.
But I can't help feeling lonely and heart sick to be with this person who always dissapearing from my eye, from the room, from the planet.
There is a constant level of closeness that I really need from the person I love.
