He'll won't be here next week in this time, whether I like it or not. Last night was his goodbye party. We all had so much fun, though couldn't help my tears for some seconds. My wish came true and I could sleep beside him once more. I would miss that simple room with that feministic library and that single bed that we've learned to sleep together in it. I would miss him. Just have to hope that things go our way.
Seeing ppl living happy outside Iran is making me jealous. I fear I might not fit into Munich.
I never felt this much great with anyone.
happy that you had the chance:**
ReplyDeletewell, if you feel jealous you can come back at any time :p (then my life would be happier)
sometimes I felt I didn't really fit. ppl are so into "take it easy" strategy, jogging everyday to be healthy, weekend night-fuck life, formal friendsip that ends at the start of your depression... and I was too sensitive to live like that. you it in much better, you're probably better than me in getting on well with others. and you won't have my emotional disorders (fuckin issues with rouzbehan, etc).I hope it all ends in a happy way.
and I love you:*
and I'm fuckin tired
and I'm thinking that I really have a british accent fetish (I was watching a movie with Hugh Grant starring) I mean not anyone with british accent, but compare two handsome guys, one american one british: british accent wins here.:p
photos of the party????????
lots of things I should tell you. tomorrow:***