Journal #3



Im laying in bed listening to the rain. It picks up even more everytime I think of you.
Cant sleep currently, but hoping to drift off soon. Hoping for sweet dreams. Hoping for the real you soon.
Somehow.
Something real & tangible & true.
If only you knew,
If only you could understand,
The one thing that means so much to me.
Love.
I love you.
Its not traditional,
But its true.
Its love.
Love is love,
And details aren't important.
I love you.
I hope,
This is my one hope,
That you love me too. For real.

Please dont lie.        
Because I want to trust you.

Real me, 
   Mlina