ldr

Tag

stars (day xi)

September brings spring to Uruguay, presenting us with sunshine and warmth. It’s my last weekend here. We’re bound for the capital, leaving the town I had to call home for eleven months behind. The place tore my fundaments away, leaving me with both deep scars and the chance to become a stronger and happier person. That was six years ago. Tonight I stare out of the window of the bus in awe, watching the endless sky first turn into a fiery...

Satisfaction

Satisfaction is a weird thing, it chokes the necessity to share. Things are fine. Suddenly it’s September (what?!), spring has begun but I’m hopping into autumn soon and I can’t believe I’m about to turn 22. Days pass way too quickly while I do nothing and everything at once. Existing, living and enjoying life. There’s nothing I can complain about– I do what I love, create create create and get to spend lots of time with my love. I’ve even started...

Gone

What words can describe the feeling that settles in when you realise that once again you’re separated, being the one left behind? A part of me is missing. I walk the streets alone and can’t look into these brown eyes full of love, feel his warmth by my side, my hand in his, our fingers entwined. I know I’ll be fine eventually, both of us always are. But right now I feel like something has been torn away from me. I miss him dearly....

monika-jia-rui-123

Lasting

In my naïvety, I tend to think that everything will be fine once my love and I are reunited. During lonely moments I long for the comfort he gives me, missing the boundless intimacy we share. His love and hugs protect me from the occasional wave of darkness that sweeps over me. Then we’re finally together – and out of the blue, problems kick in. New Year’s Eve almost ends in a disaster. We spend the evening in the apartment of an...

monika-jia-rui-069

Life Without Him

Thursday evening, once again my flatmates and I cook dinner together. It’s kinda become my highlight of the week. Our new flatmate’s girlfriend is there, too; both are really nice, but seeing them together makes me feel the absence of my love. It’s a subliminal pain. I try to forget about it; there’s nothing I can do about him not being here, so what’s the point in whining? We have fajitas and I greedily get a second one, stuffed with delicious ingredients. My eyes are bigger...