University has started once again and I find myself having issues with letting go / getting off the car after a date with Ange. I found my heart tugging whenever I know I have to leave him for a while. And to be honest, it's more painful than I've ever felt.
After 5 days of being used to seeing him every morning when I wake up and before I sleep at night, I have developed a strong fondness of having him around me. I talked to him, cried to him...I pretty much spent my 5 days 100% with him or waiting for him. I really felt at home. I miss home, so being able to find a second home for my heart is a thing that I appreciate very much. I was sick for the past 5 days, still am. *coughs*. Ange has been the one taking care of me, watching over me, concerning over me. It was the most continuous love I have felt from him to date. 5 days in a row, 5 days of asking me 'are you okay?'s, 5 days of love, 5 days of care (although I know the care continues, but 5 continuous days is something that I take pride in having), 5 continuous days of caresses and hugs and kisses and pats when I get violent coughs. It's one of the best things among the many that has happened to me in my life. 5 days of continuous love felt, and it has made me craving for more of it. Addiction is a deadly thing, regardless of what we have, but what about addiction to love???
Craving for more love when we're not married is like a double edged sword. In a sense, love is supposed to increase. The fact that I want more continuous loving days like that is a sign that my love for him is deepening, which is a good thing in its own right. But on the other hand, it also means that the tugging I feel in my heart whenever he drops me off at the room I stay for heading to classes gets stronger and stronger and more painful every single time, it makes it harder to pull away from his embrace, his warm hugs and kisses, just because it is not obligated for me to live with him, not yet.
When I saw that he was tired (and not to mention that old geezer who chased us off the front of his gate - I stay right beside you bozo!), I told myself I have to suck it up and just accept that I have to wait to see him again. I did manage to pull away, but dammit, you can't imagine the pain I felt. I'm not trying to be dramatic here. I am describing what I'm exactly feeling at that moment of time. I wanted to cry. It's not the literal pain of stabbing myself in the heart, but I can say it's the figurative pain of that sentence. I felt the same, if not stronger pain on the day before I had to leave home. But I supposed when love of the gender comes into play, the feelings tend to seem a lot more stronger, because our heart isn't used to it from young.
Immediately I turned depressed. Dammit I could feel the depression trickling slowly over my heart. It got to the point of me telling myself "let the depression begin", in one hell of a sarcastic tone, and I am not crapping you. I want to connected to him, to his love and care for me, constantly. I wanted to know, if I'm going away for the day, at least when I come back home he will be there. He says just pretend that it's an extended time. It's not possible, not for me at least.
He's probably not going to feel anything. Patience, perhaps, plays a role in this. I am not patient. But then again, it is more to the thought of knowing that I have to be away from him for long moments of time that is killing me right now. I'm sitting here thinking that I already have to leave home, a place where love is always felt. Now I can't even be in a place where I can feel the same, if not a similar thing from the person I that love. Breaking down doesn't even cut it to describe what am I feeling now. And I don't even know what can I say to him.
With Ange being a touch person, being physically there is about the only way that I can personally feel it. Call me a person who can't be independent if you like, to be honest, I don't care. Anyone would appreciate being able to feel love all the time. I'm not the type to take it for granted even after a long time I can assure you. Extended periods only makes my feelings stronger. So what's wrong with wanting to be with my loved ones? Nothing. Screw the book, now this is the real chicken soup for the soul: feeling loved.
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