• It was unbearable. The days spent laying restlessly with out saying the few words that have become habit to you. Horrifying and insufferable days on end without ‘seeing’ you. I’m counting the day until I see you again. The number of days seems to accumulate. The days themselves seem to grow longer. As if I’m not meant to, as though someone doesn’t want me to tell you amai yumi. Yes.. amai yumi mitsukai.

    I’ve only longed to tell you for the nights that passed, oyasumi na sai, These few words have grown on me, saying them brings me comfort. Not being able to voice them to anyone only puts pressure on my mind. It only makes me yearn for the time when I can finally see you again and tell you everything that’s become so important to me.

    When will I get the next chance to see my angel? To tell her aishiteru? Oyasumi na sai? Or sweet dreams? When will I get to tell her ,“I missed you.”