Rendezvous
09 October 06 : 03.10 AM
Sarah Brightman's Harem on repeat last night, and I half-believe I have Middle Eastern blood flowing through this heart somehow. The album's beautifulhaunting, and her voice moves me.
I hardly have anything to write anymore. I walk around in a half-daze-sorta. Being in love is different this time. No vehement quarrels, no tear-stained faces, knees on asphalt floor because there is nothing else left to do anymore. Some say because we're new. Sometimes Andii wonders if it's because we don't feel enough about each other, she asks if I'm happy. But I feel there's something more. I like this.
There's something depressing about 3am tonight. 3 o'clock is tiringshadow like something forgotten. There must be something I can do, something to read, something to listen to, to get me over this. I'm lost in this head of mine sometimes.