I couldn’t sleep last night. I thought about too many things. I thought about you. Not hearing from you for so long is driving me mad. I feel lonely and helpless. I know you are really busy and I’m not a priority, but it doesn’t hurt me less. I'm tired of waiting for a sign from you. I feel like a teenager, waiting close to the phone. And lately, you didn't give me any indications that you still care about me. Maybe I'm too demanding... Maybe you're tired of me...I need to have certitudes. An email should take you about a minute and it would allow me to breathe more freely. No sexy post today…. That’s the only way I found to let you know how I feel…sad isn’t
"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."