ΕΞΟΜΟΛΟΓΗΣΕΙΣ

That day is all I'm waiting for every week.Counting down the days until that day arrives.And then it does.Within that one hour we have together, everything crosses my mind.How we would talk for the first time,go on a date ,how we would hold each other's hand for the first time.But ,as that hour passes and reality hits, I'm starting to feel discouraged and worse about the fact that I will never stand in front of you,I will never talk to you for the first time,I will never ask you out,I will never show you any emotion just because my ability to remember things,stops me from doing what I want.My ability to think, stops me from living and not caring about a damn thing.And all of this,within this hour.And of course the worst part is ,that it happens all over again.