I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today....the girl who's driving me mad is going away. Yes, Mariposa is off to foreign shores, on her own, without me. Normally, petty shit like this wouldn't bother me, or perhaps I wouldn't let on that it bothered me. Well, it fucking does - OK?
Why? Because I happen to feel particularly vulnerable at the moment. Yes, the big, frightening Gothic cloud of darkness masks a heart of crystal. Grow up and get over it - I hear you think. Well I would, but then I might become exactly the cold-hearted twat that some people perceive me to be. I'm not. I am very sensitive but just manage to cover it up so that people don't see. They don't see the fragile person who can be broken as easily as a butterflys wings.
However, I will stay strong - I have to. When mi Mariposa is alone at night in a foreign country, without me to come to her aid in the realm of dreams, she needs to know that I will be waiting....and I will, patiently. Her love for me knows no bounds and is reciprocated with interest. When she needs someone to step out of the shadows and lovingly caress her hair - I will step forward. When she needs to know that she is the most precious entity on the planet, I will tell her. When she needs someone to soothe her to sleep after having a bad dream, I will be the one to stroke her brow.
Not very Gothic is it? Wrong, it's very Gothic. I'm about to have a hateful week but, at the end of the week, I will be the one at the airport with the flowers - shit loads of them.
In the meantime, I will just have to count the seconds knowing that heaven awaits me. I know what love is.....and she's going away for a week.
My love, my life, my heart is yours. I will endeavour to stroke you in your dreams and I patiently await your return.
Para mi, eres mi mundo, mi corazon y mi vida