I feel…different. Alive. Phillip’s kiss got under my skin and stirred my soul, warming up my body. I had forgotten what it felt like to be aware of myself, of reality. I can’t stop thinking of him. I long to see him, to kiss him back this time. Tell him how I feel, that he achieved what no one else could and woke me up from a long period of slumber. It’s easy to refer to my problem as sleep, it doesn’t sound so harsh, so unforgiving. At night I sit and wonder where Phillip is, what he’s doing. I long to call out to him but I haven’t yet found the words to do so. I blame myself; I scared him off. Of course, that must be it. I wish I wasn’t like this, I wish I were normal. Maybe then he would love me and not have run away. Another nurse, I think his name is Max, has been looking after me. He’s nice but not Phillip. I miss him.
♥ Charlotte
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