niagara heart
Sep. 11th, 2006 04:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notesinbluei find myself missing the prince a lot this evening. maybe it was the music i was listening too, or the tv that was on. maybe it was just my heart. no matter the reason, i checked his journal and found that he had updated. the following picture was posted and it made me miss him terribly. i like the way he sees the world. it never ceases to intrigue and captivate me. i find myself wondering if he misses me at all. if he misses the way i see the world, or how i run my thumb across his knuckles when i hold his hand. selfish as it may be, i hope he does.
i had a very vivid dream last night that he visited me in my sleep. it was realistic enough that it made me wonder if it had been real, if he dreamed it too. maybe we really did see each other last night, our unconscious minds meeting up for a quiet stroll. true or not i find myself thinking of him. i wish i knew for certain how he felt, or what the future might hold. i don't want to wait for someone who isn't coming back, or doesn't want me. but i'm not sure i can help it. i suppose time is the only one who can say for certain, and time always keeps his secrets until the end of the game. for now i will turn out the lights, go to sleep, and hope i catch a glimpse of him again. he's on his way to Niagara Falls today. perhaps i will visit him there, overlooking the raw ferocity of water as it fights itself, gravity, and stone. as it spills forth, crashing outward and flooding into deep pools. as it pours out in an endless wave. it seems fitting - my own emotions resemble a waterfall more and more often these days.
i had a very vivid dream last night that he visited me in my sleep. it was realistic enough that it made me wonder if it had been real, if he dreamed it too. maybe we really did see each other last night, our unconscious minds meeting up for a quiet stroll. true or not i find myself thinking of him. i wish i knew for certain how he felt, or what the future might hold. i don't want to wait for someone who isn't coming back, or doesn't want me. but i'm not sure i can help it. i suppose time is the only one who can say for certain, and time always keeps his secrets until the end of the game. for now i will turn out the lights, go to sleep, and hope i catch a glimpse of him again. he's on his way to Niagara Falls today. perhaps i will visit him there, overlooking the raw ferocity of water as it fights itself, gravity, and stone. as it spills forth, crashing outward and flooding into deep pools. as it pours out in an endless wave. it seems fitting - my own emotions resemble a waterfall more and more often these days.
