when in the middle of the night, you suddenly whispered this to me,
"when you're gone, how will i eat? how will i sleep?"
i had to ask myself again if i was dreaming.
you always tell me you're frigid, which i never agreed to. how can a guy who whispers that remark in the middle of the night be called frigid?
those questions were not intended to look for answers. instead it was a declaration. it told me how much you love me, and that i mean a lot to you.
and here's what i want to tell you: i wish i can share each meal with you, and spend each sleeping moment in your arms. but i know i can only wish.... that's why i want to make the most of each chance i have now. because every moment spent with you is worth a lifetime.