I'm a walking disaster when I'm missing you a lot. Its not that I am not strong enough, its just that I feel really broken apart when you're not here with me. Lethargic and of course miserable all the time. I miss you, My Lover. My lungs is like reaching or something impossible. There's a big mass in my heart that resisting me from immune myself with the life without you right now. Oh my dearest precious time, please fly even faster. I am so eager to meet him up. Staring at the moon, looking at the shining stars, but they left nothing vital to me. I still feel like I'm imprisoned in one type of hell. A hell life of no you, My Dear Lover Boy.
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