I'm in Galway, almost crying, utterly disconsolate.
For over 1.5 year I've been waiting to meet one of my friends who stays in Limerick. And guess what- my lovely 'crew' decided not to take us to Limerick- we went somewhere else. Of course I had a good time but I couldn't manage to enjoy the stay. In sadness I lumbered, wandering through beautiful paths but all the time I kept thinking of him and this depressing coincidence. I hoped so strongly to meet him but I didn't even know if he had cared about our meeting- the only thing that mattered for me was to look into his eyes and talk to him about our stormy past and 'distant' present, and the future...
The future scares me and have always been frightening for me. And now it's even more scary...
Am I missing you... ?
