Someday
08.02.2004


Every minute the same, every day the same, every week the same. - I don’t see her, I don’t talk to her, but I always miss her so much and think about her all the time. Actually she’s with me all the time.

But then, when I see her, and when she’s next to me again - everything is just perfect. Although if I am not the only one and although if I am not “the one” - just to see her being happy and to have fun is … awesome. She’s so beautiful. I really love her endlessly. She’s perfect.

I know, tomorrow the same routine will start again. I’ll miss her all the time and I’ll enjoy the few seconds when I’ll see her, I’ll think about her all the time and I’ll be looking all over for her.

I really wonder if she ever knows it some day. If she knows who I am and how I am and especially how much I love her. She really needs to know - some day…