I've graduated from crying to throwing up now.
Maybe it's because I haven't eaten anything today?
No contact with her for about 20 hours, and I know she is just laying there, in her bed, crying.
Well, I don't know that for sure, but that's what I fear she is doing.
It is my function in this world, my very purpose for being, to make her feel better. Now I can't.
It's tearing me apart thinking about how much pain she is in, and that I can't do a thing to help her.
She specifically told me not to, but I still want to go to the bank tomorrow and loan as much money as I can against my home. Then I'll get airline tickets, arrange a visa and go over there. Maybe if I had a proper sit-down with her father, I could show that my intent is all good, and that we are after the same goal: For her to be happy and fulfilled.
How can it be so hard for him to understand that all we want is to be together for a kinder tomorrow?
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