air on the g-string

it's been a hard day for me. i had to meet some strangers, peoples who came from nowhere land. i'm not trying to complain about the rhytym of their work, but sometimes it's just something i'm not used to do. looking at people, listening when they're talking, making a conclusion, absorbing new ideas, writing summary, making reports, and then the final purpose was a proposal.
i went home with my brain still thinking. then i sat down in front of my computer, trying to find your name. hope that i will find a piece of your initial in the middle of messenger world. but you weren't there. and suddenly i felt so bad.
missing you is the hardest thing i have to deal with. and i start to blame this shit situation, being apart from you.
it became more terrible when my winamp was playing one of our favourite symphony. air on the g-string.
do you remember how happy we were when we listened to that song together? in the place where i could be yours and you could be mine fully. when we didn't care about the outside world. living a life completed of jokes, stories, songs, roses, pizza, ice cream, and sometimes tears.
so now, when i'm listening to the melody, i make my brain go back to one or two months ago. when i felt safe of being in your strong arms.
or when we camped in Barrington...
do u remember how hard you tried to make a fire to keep me warm? i would never forget that night when you hold my hands, walking through the bridge of Allyn River.
i remember you.
tall and handsome, laughing, with your black sweater that really match on your eyes, hold me tight, as if you could control the world. and i could feel how safe i was there..