a lover's touch.today i woke up cold and empty. it's winter out there, as it is in zurich for 6months already. but the morning sun is shining so strong, it made me perspire in my thick layers of duvet. it felt like i have fallen asleep tanning at the beach. but inside i felt cold, and so in need of the familiar warmth and that loving hug.
it feels terrible. you know? waking up with no sense purpose for the day, except to look forward, longing for time to pass a little faster, so that i'll quickly be on my way home to cookie jar.
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it's sickening, to think about it, that every single phrase in my life i've always been looking forward for the next. like when i was little i wish i can grow up faster; to be independent, and when i was in my teenage years i couldnt wait to start work real soon so that i can have the freedom that i didnt have. unless you grew up in my parents' discipline, you will never truly understand the kind of yearning like a fish wishing it could fly. and now that i'm in my adulthood, earning a handsome monthly salary and living with the perfect man in
themy world, each day at work i long for it to end so i can be back in the care of someone i've grown overly-dependent on. and for many obvious reasons, on the whole, we're both looking forward to the day when he starts work; and then i can take a big break from all that weight on my shoulders.
thank god for him, for when my optimism wears thin, he'll surely be there to hold me. and to touch me, physically with his caring caress and mentally with his reassuring words, and just even his slightest butterfly touches to make known of his presence... makes me feel like i'm in safe hands.
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and this morning i woke up needing so much to hear his voice again... and as much as i feel a tad bit disappointed that he's out for the day and i wont know when exactly he'll be back to call me; i cant allow myself to feel that wee bit upset. cos afterall, i was the one who wanted it that way. so that he doesnt have to stay home all day waiting for me to wake up in my morning hours; at his ungodly hours, just for me to call him.
just like i dont wish for myself to go through the same.
reading his entry just now, makes me wish i can fly home right this very moment, to hug and hold him and give him that kind of loving he's been giving me.