How do you cry when you're out of tears? How do you breathe when there's no air?
He was my everything. He is my joy, my laughter, my present, my future, my wings. Without him there is nothing.
I can wait...we have to wait. India is a long ways away. But he'll come to me. He promised, and I know how hard he's trying. And if the Gods are smiling on us, the future will be filled with as much joy as today is filled with pain.
But I'm impatient. I want next year to be NOW. Every day is a little harder than the next.
When I am rising, he's sleeping. When I'm sleeping, he's rising. We're under the same sky, eating the same food, breathing the same air, but the distance is unbearable. When will this end?
About The Authoress
- Jessica
- I pride myself on being a little insane. But aren't all writers? Yes, I sing in the shower, dance in the rain, and don't care who thinks less of me for it. I'm living on the edge of my own little world- one of dreams and fantasies. Being a college student, I'm trying to find harmony between the student's life and the writer's.
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