February 2009
2 posts
dear____,
I’m slowly letting go. Is that good or bad?
Sincerely,
Oscar Wilde
dear____,
February. I am trying think of what it means. What it meant for us. February means that the summer is drawing closer to us. I am full of hopes that we will see each other. Because if we don’t, any time after summer will be too late. And we would lose each other indefinitely.
But other than this, February also means it is getting warmer each day and I am a little bit closer to becoming a...
January 2009
6 posts
dear____,
Past Present Future
Where are we?
Oscar Wilde
dear____,
you know how much I miss you. I know you know it.
What I am afraid of is that I don’t even cross your mind.
Oscar Wilde
dear____,
I went to bed at six thirty this morning. I woke up only four hours later but I am feeling just fine.
I had a dream about you.
Oscar Wilde
dear____,
tonight I stayed at home in our living room, drinking wine. And for the first time in many weeks I was reminded of the night you held my hand under a pillow.
Will you do it again?
Soon?
Oscar Wilde
dear____,
You’re Still a Friend of Mine. There’s nothing you can do about it.
Oscar Wilde
dear____,
I wished you were there with me at the beginning of this year. But you weren’t and I had to let it go. I hope you’re having a great time back at home. I haven’t heard from you in a while. I miss you all the more.
Happy New Year.
Oscar Wilde
December 2008
5 posts
dear____,
I’ve finished reading another Kundera’s book. During the entire time of reading I thought of you. Maybe because you’re in the Czech Republic at the moment. Or I don’t know.
Merry Christmas.
Oscar Wilde
dear____,
It’s Monday today. Which means.. I don’t know what it means.
It’s last Monday before Christmas. Before the Christmas, which I will be spending without you. Without you, without your family, without the tree, without the dinner, without sweets and cookies, without songs, without snow, without you.
If all these things will be missing, what kind of a Christmas am I going to have?
...
dear____,
I woke up this morning and the first thought that came to my mind was you. I know it sounds like a cliché but believe me it’s true. First thing, I thought of you. Time zone difference kills me everytime I realize how far away you actually are. I always tried to convince myself that it’s just around the corner. It’s not. You are 10 000 kilometers away.
Why?
Oscar Wilde.
dear____,
I don’t remember writing you the last letter. I don’t know what happened. I wish you were with me. I wish we were together. Despite of all things that have happened lately I am still convinced we belong together.
We always have. We were always meant to be together.
Why can’t we make it work?
Oscar Wilde.
dear____,
i am writing to you because i miss you. i miss you today more than yesterday you are all that’s on my mind. i am thinking of you i am drinking coffee and i am thinking of you of your body of your smiles of the color of your eyes when you looked at me. there is nobody that makes me feel the way you do. and i miss you. i miss the boy i thought was you. but you are not who i thought you were....