rings are meant to be worn on the fourth finger (of the left hand), as it leads to the heart. now as i wear it on my middle finger, i feel so close, and yet i know that this will be the closest i can ever get to. because it will never lead to your heart. it just, waits by it, praying hard that one day it will live in it.
you are such a jerk at times. i dont understand how must you be so missable. i dont even know the reason of me waiting. it is so pointless, i know. and it is pathetic. but, i still dream of it... call it loneliness, desperation, whatever. someday i will grow out of it;
divine
Then let our trial teach us patience.
reminiscence
coniungere
"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."
