This could be desirably differently than the other tales that I've written about you. With this one, I want it to feel as though we're having a communication. I've read many things about you G' and I want you to understand how utterly obsessed I am with you!! It is undeniably true that I fear — if you were here to see and speak to me I will feel a certain way; can I hint insecure of myself at everything; there's a healing method that I know of. It's called "Alone" I know the word sounds very cliched, but what it does to me is different— than any form of teachings that I'm aware of at least. But to be heavily honest with you, I do not want to ever speak or project that in front of your presence. Instead, I'll bow down to you and hold your feet and kiss it. This is 1986, please I do not care that you're 43, I just want to be with you. I honestly believe that I would not intervene in the act of subscribing to become a famous person, if I was with you. This could be why I'm still alive? Maybe it's to proceed those dreams of mine, because I'm sadden by your non existence— in the world I live in. There are feelings that grasps my emotions when thinking of you; but I can't discuss this with...I know, I would never speak to you about these feelings to soon to you, although I know I could write this to you instead. I'm only 17 but yeah I have big dreams, but some of my dreams are unfortunate or at least my biggest of all of them is to meet you. So instead I replace those wretched feelings of hopelessness by comprehending that this can't happen, but fame can at least that's what available to me because you're not. I can't believe you once walked this earth before me. If I can grasp that this alliance between me and you could've happen. I would throw myself out, instead I pray that God can send me another. But till then, I want believe that you are my husband spiritually, and I keep you with me; regardless of whatever happens to me. I want to let you go now.. it was nice to communicate with you for the first time G'.
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A Glimpse Inside my Fantasies
FantasyCollections of Diaries and poems certified by my imagination. Day after day, I Sit by the window thinking about my one and only reason to why I am still living and breathing. And how is it that these fantasies are so driven by my perception of how...
