Frustrated. He\'s leaving. I know he is leaving me.

Empty as a beaker of glass. I didn\'t think it would hurt as much as it does.
I\'m being too hard on myself, I definitely am. Please, just stay for two more weeks.
Or two years. Then I\'m probably fed up with this mess and have moved on.

I am not moving on right now, I just can\'t.

Standing on the same little spot, jumping, screaming and sometimes crying.
Persecuted and tired, not willing to run, neither hide.
The unrequited Love.
The desire for something greater than my everydaylife.
Passionate Love for Love itself.
Sometimes I forget that there should be two in a realtionship.
The fairytale of myself, what a clever line, isn\'t it?
If you only could realise how much I Love you.

//Your own little fairytale