Locked from Booker, Lina
I've had a song that I sing in the dreams stuck in my head for days.
"I'll be so alone without you. Maybe you'll be lonesome, too. ... And blue.
Fly the ocean in a silver plane. See the jungle when it's wet with rain. Just remember till you're home again... You belong... to me."
I was thinking of someone specific when I sang it, and I can't get my mind off of them. I can't have them. I know it's wrong. It's wrong in a million different ways. And when I'm in the same room with them, even when they're inches away, it feels like five thousand miles separate us. Every inch of those miles is filled with heartache.
There are days when I just don't even see the point in continuing to pretend I'm living. How do you survive like this? How does anyone do that?