dolorous interludes.

i was sleepless last night, partly thinking of you, partly being infused into the nervous system where heart and mind are the least at ease with my current capabilities. the last two nights of messages have shaken my belief of our silent parting. perhaps, perhaps, just perhaps, we could begin to talk like before and start off where we left off. perhaps?

i only know that this is passion against principle. passion against compatibility. passion against logic.

to raionalise my feelings for you, would be to distort; feelings cannot be measured against time nor compatibility, can it? i know him to be more like me than you are, yet, the strange affinity i feel when im with you, is absent in his presence.

i hear of your plans to go to the US. im glad of your plans, but slightly saddened as well. you'll then be further away than we already are; only this time, so much less accessible. sigh.

as for -you- my dear, i only wish you to continue writing. its is the only window to your heart; i cannot read you any further. reading your words serve as food for my soul as well. i oft said you write well, and oh you write well indeed. dont stop. dont.

posted by voyeur @ 9/16/2003 06:31:00 PM