Leben ohne dich

Two or three letters arrived. many sorrys, many yearnings. They don't mean anything. they don't fix anything. I've been curious plus anxious. I'm afraid you'd, disappoint me. Do you even remember me? I remember you. I always wait. You never come. I love you, but I don't think you still love me. me being with you, is like dreaming. you are oh so desirable, so close, but so far, it feels like i have you, but i actually don't have you. it makes me happy and frustrated at the same time. we're just so unreal, don't you think? we're so not us.