Refused by St Andrews.
Only Edinburgh left, then (or Warwick or Durham, but...)
Whatever. I'll just have to work, then. Not much else left to do, is there?
... Good holidays until that point.
Right then, let's suddenly switch subject now, shall we?
Addiction is the only thing I think I can call it. Correction : not like drugs, like clementines ^^
I've never felt this before. Never ; and that's disconcerting in itself for me.
I want to be near her. Spending a lot of the holidays with her was good... But the moment I went back home in the middle of the holidays, I felt lost. Empty. Even when I was at Yann's (though I felt better with friends).
I need her. To be near her.
Studies, the future... They put me off, and I can't deal with them very well.
But when I'm with her, I see how to deal with stuff. It becomes clear, and simple.
And I can relax, let go of it, and just be.
She doesn't know.
But her hair is so silken (and knotty), streaming down, and I love passing my hand through it.
Her skin is soft, and caresses flow on it.
I love her.
I do.
I love her!!!
And let happen what will.
I'm tired. I'm feeling empty. Lonely. Confused. My future is uncertain. Universities...
But even then, I'll manage. What will be shall be. And I'll plough through it, or around it, as usual.
And I want it to be Monday. I'll see them all. I'll sell tickets. I'll speak to Greg about new elements for our fishy religion.
And even if I miss her now (though I saw her just this morning), I'll see her.
I'll be happy. And that's that.