Sweetheart, I really missed you. It feels like a dream since I started the conversation with you. Nothing seems real. My brain can’t control my heart. I tried. I know it is ridiculous to be attracted to somebody I haven’t seen for so many years, somebody I know very little about, and somebody who is this much older. It is nothing more than falling in love with an imaginary figure, nothing more than a Wang Lian. Still, my heart is wrapped tightly with the feeling for “you”, and my breathing is becoming harder. Of course I want you to come down to see me. I want to see you right now and want you to hold me tightly in your arms and don’t let go. But, life will go on after that. Am I ready to deal with what’s after? Can we still have the same feelings for each other after we finally see each other and do what we’ve wanted to do? Are we able to face our own families in the future? I am not sure. Sweetheart, who are you?
Sept. 2007
请阅读更多我的博客文章>>>
• | 写给梦里的”他” |