for nearly 4 years, i kept up with a virtual relationship. a lovely fantasy, this man, more real than any other relationships. our conversations are documented on social mediums - facebook, gmail, whatsapp - i could print them out and that would form the entity of my quest for love. itineraries, lewd messages and video chats, intellectual discussions, not-so-intellectual discussions, random pictures, articles and music, many take-cares and have-a-good-days and thanks, and thanks, and thanks - and that's our world - a shared history mediated and recorded -
i don't know how much longer i can keep it up; my heart is breaking and i can't feel you
i don't know how much longer i can keep it up; my heart is breaking and i can't feel you
