And then it is now, when I want to hold you.
Look at you from distance. Maybe we could meet in real life.
I expect you to understand.

You now I don’t speak fast, often not at all.
I want you to understand. I want us to know each other.
I want you to understand that we don’t have to be afraid of each other.
It is absolutely crap. Do you see that too?
Maybe we’ll feel love. Anyway it’s worth a shot to me, anything is worth a shot to me.
All day I felt like I’m full of rain and tears inside and as if it won’t go away or help if I let it out, it’ll just become like infected of thoughts and misbehaves. I can think of it like a little beautiful now, now that it’s filling me up.

I wanted to see you today and discover something else, something I felt expected from the last time I saw you. I miss that thing like I’m afraid of your smell when I don’t smell it. Everything’s so scary when it’s not now. I want something to occupy my mind, to dive into. Like sea, like drinks. Like icecream with meringues and fruit. I would really love that. It’s nice for imagination.