I miss her. I still tired, but need to meet the producer. Time to work. Walking, I memorize many things in mind.
My daydreaming moment at Cannes. I didn’t listen carefully what the presenter asked me. I was in the middle of enjoying my own fantasy.
My fantasy of Kristen in her wedding gown. Never seen her that beautiful. I knew she’s beautiful, that’s one reason of many reasons that made me fell in love with her. But in wedding gown. Beautiful was not enough to describe it. I imagined of putting ring on her fingers and asked her, “Kristen Jaymes Stewart, will you marry me?” I was longing for that day.
Then I recalled my intimate moment with her at Sam’s concert. One of the best moment in my life. Sharing your music interest with your love interest. It was thrilling.
I also memorized my moments in Italy. It was speechless moment when she touched my skin through my torn shirt. My athletic angel torn my shirt. But I didn’t mind. She could rip my shirt, torn it into pieces. I just loved to feel her touch on my bare skin.
My closest encounter and intimate moment with Kristen. Hugging her in front of the crews. Silent announcement of my love for her.
the moment of teasing her. I love her smile. My sunshine.
the moment of listening to her stories. I just love to looked at her. My precious love.
Then, I recalled her picture in Santa Monica. My heart fluttered. She’s the most beautiful creature in my universe.
I am relieved. The separation is not painful anymore. I have my faith. As last as long as I live Kristen is my sunshine, my angel.
Whatever the true story behind the wide-spread pictures & newest gossip, my writing is just my point of view, my own analysis. I’ll be tremendously happy if they could be a real couple, but if not at least I still have something to comfort my feelings.