even though, again. awaiting through the days, left to..
i know, he is such many things. but he never lied to me.
and saying, being back actually means being back to.)
i should have already got used to this person time frames.
long. even longer. even when we were closer than ever, it
took him weeks to reply. it doesnt mean he never cared.
but so much, how much i want to keep it again in my hands.
it? him, to be more precise.
i swear, there was a surprise, the intonation that can not be faked.
and i swear, i could smell our favorite cigarettes in the air again.
four days? somewhere between, i guess..
i want to believe, i would say. i do so much.
he promised back then.
that no matter when and where, he will take my hand.
in need, in sorrow, in happiness whenever i ask for it.
and that was never close to something, people call love.
i live every minute of these days, waiting.
that ちょっと待ってー which i used to hear, standing outside the house.
sometimes it was taking another hour, so cold, windy weather and..
but i always waited. i will wait now as well.
i did everything i could, i went so far. nothing but awaiting is left.