I hope merry this man, have beautiful and very, very, very
smart kids and that we can trust, respect, love and support each other, like a dog and a homeless blind man. I love this man. He'
s the only one, in fact. But, he think he's not. In my heart, you are. And I'm so afraid, cause he is just too
perfect to me - and not only to me, for sure... I
don't want to lose him, for God's sake... But I'm just a frightened dog in the rain, waiting for him to come to my station. I don't think he will come at
time. I will
die, starving for his love.
However, I think I never had him and never will. I hope the angels listen to me weeping for him and bring his love to me at once or send me words to fill the void of a life without him, my beloved. Without him, I'm just me: a ghost, a shadow, a dying star in his
blue distant eyes.