Pine is the word of the year. There was hardly a moment where I stopped pining. It was glorious and beautiful. Even in my drunkest moment in Samui I could gather enough senses to release two hot air balloons on Christmas night to make two similar wishes: that I'd wish the best for myself with the one I pined for close to three years, the longest I've pined for anyone regardless of reasons. The more I pine, the greater the distance I have to cover. Is that true or is it just a skewed vision of mine that has been damaged by intolerance for myself thus leading to the decreasing size of the girl I long to affect? I wish I could get myself out of this.
It is so weird to be pining alone and yet be so happy. Perhaps that is how much I see in her. To simply know someone as beautiful and extremely colorful as she can be does exist. I wish I could express to her how I truly feel with all the exact colours she carries around on her shoulders. I wish I could. As the year is ending, I concede defeat and wrap a white flag around my body. If I could release another hot air balloon to make a wish...
I wish that we'd somehow cross paths and allow the birth of sense of opportunity for me to tell her the strength of my heart. If we'd never meant to breathe each other's neck at nights, then I hope the beauty that will replace her is almost as uncanny as it can be. Ultimately, I just want to be able to retreat to an island such as Koh Samui with her and pamper her with all the love the skies and the sea merges to come up with the simplest form of beauty.
Amen. Please.
I hope that for you too. :)
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