Texts from SeptemberText 1: Will someone understand me? I need to feel him, not to kiss him. I need to touch him, and nothing more than that. I need to ear his voice, even if it doesn't say he loves me. I need to know he's there, even though he's not, just to keep myself consciously breathing. To fall in love is not in my plans, and is not convenient at the moment. The feeling's the same; I know something important is missing. I just rather not convince myself of what it is. Missing a stranger is easier.Texts from September
Text 2: It's strange. What am I afraid of? I've never been truly hurt, so, what's there to fear? Where's the romantic part of me?
