gloomymelancholicsoberishsolitarylonesome

Last night I went out with the birthday girl-Ili, Sheila and her boyfriend. It is good when we have someone with us around. I mean someone closer, someone who makes us feel good, someone who loves us more than he loves himself. It is good to have him with me.

Yes, it is good to have him near me.

Looking at other couples walking hand by hand, teasing; smiles cracking on each other's faces with no reason makes the jealousy gushes in my slowly beating heart. No, it is not jealousy. Envy? No. I don't know what is that feeling. As language is arbitrary, I would give the name "gloomymelancholicsoberishsolitarylonesome" to that feeling at any occurance at times.

As I am saying good night at the end of the day,
And you are not here, but many miles away,
My heart is so empty and so lonely inside,
As I wipe away a tear I am trying to hide.

I close my eyes and try to go to sleep,
But with the sadness inside I begin to weep.
Suddenly I remember what you once said to me,
Just meet me in the stars, waiting for you I will be.

When distance tends to keep us apart,
Remember I still hold you near in my heart.
When the night together, can't be ours,
Just close your eyes and meet me in the stars.

Meet me in the stars, I'll be waiting there for you.
With a bottle of wine and glasses for two.
Just close your eyes and there you will see,
Waiting in the stars, just for you I will be.

Remembering those words, I begin to smile,
And gently close my eyes, lessening the miles.
I can see the stars, oh how beautifully arranged,
But you are not there, no hug to exchange.

Meet Me In The Stars by Geri Mooren

I just need a break...