Amid the suppression of most if not all of the things I have passion for, i found this incomprehensible, intense need—a need undaunted by distance or time or space. It disorients me but empowers me; it is cumbersome yet essential; and it even annoys me at times but it also brings me wave after wave of joy. I find this need quite enigmatic in nature. But it is to be expected. After all, it stems from one enigmatic person—E.
i don’t know what picture my future would develop into, but I’m pretty sure I’d like to see you in it.
This additional distance is nothing to me. I can never perceive life as a scenario in which this person does not exist. Therefore, I WILL WAIT. I’m counting the seconds until I can feel my hand in his again, because i don’t think they will ever fit in anyone else’s palm except in his or in that of HIM WHO CREATED US AND BROUGHT US TOGETHER.