No answer

I’ve called her again.
No answer. Again.
It’s been a week since I last called.
With no answer.
And another week since that time, and a cople of days since that other, and...
With no answer, of course.
I can't remeber her laugh, nor her smile, nor even her eyes; no matter how hard I try, I'm begining to forget her, but I still feel the pain, the uncertainty, the uneasyness, the fear... I sweat everytime I try to decide wheather calling or not, my hand sake everytime I touch the phone.

And I don't even know what's happening, what's going to happen, what's wrong, what's right, what I can do, what is expected from me... It's been too long since I last felt confident and thought that everything was goning on right.

And I feel guilty, and I feel abandoned, and I feel punished, and I feel selfish, and I feel wrong, and I feel coward, and I feel harmful.
Again.

2 comentarios

[Trillian - 18 de octubre de 2006 - 21:36]

Buf, pues ahora estoy bien, si me hubieras visto o hubieras leído lo que escribía hace unos meses... pero de vez en cuando todavía me hace flata una palmadita en el hombro y un empujoncillo.

Artista... pues no sé a qué te dedicas, pero me gusta cómo escribes! Y ya que te sigo desde hace tiempo, me hace ilusión que ahora me leas tú xp

kss&hgs

[Sita - 18 de octubre de 2006 - 17:18]

Estás fatal niña!! de lo anterior no digo nada, que cualquiera q lo lea piensa que soy una artista o algo así! jajaja

y de esto que escribes, solo diré que precioso...

Besillos!