Don’t you ever feel like you’re missing something?
The happiness your love gives me only lasts for a few hours, while we’re together and almost a day after you’re gone… but then, I become dull, grey, and life goes on.
Sometimes I become depressed, because I don’t have any objectives, and my happiness is far away. Those days, I use to think that love isn’t really what I’m looking for.
I mean, I do miss you a lot, but living like a phantom when we’re separated doesn’t make me feel alive. And I certainly don’t wan’t to be alive only when you’re around. I know I’m missing something here…
Should I want something more than love? Something more than happiness? Or should I conform with what I feel, this sensation of loneliness and melancholy when I’m by my own?
Because that’s another thing: even though I have lots of good friends, I am always alone when I try to be myself. I’d like to have a companion who really stood by me, but I never asked too much from boys. I’m not saying that you’re bad; you’re such a sensible, gentle and melancholic guy, I think you are worth the try. But I don’t know yet if I can tell you my thoughts without hearing you laugh at them, with your oh-so-cute laughter. So tell me, behind all your fake joy and warm eyes; when you wake up at dusk, don’t you ever feel like you’re missing something?
