“What do you want me to do, Camille Louella?”
I asked her again. If she was aware of how I’m already begging her in my mind to answer, would she tell me faster? Because I can’t seem to wait anymore. It’s like an animal inside me was suddenly unleashed after starving it for months. Even I am cringing with that comparison but it’s certainly true.
“Kiss me….” she whispered, and I must really be going crazy because that answer made me so happy that I just want to stay this way for as long as we can. I know it’s impossible but there’s nothing wrong with hoping. Or is there? Is it wrong for someone as pure and innocent as Camille to love someone as wretched as me? is it wrong to hope to be loved at least once in my miserable life? Is it wrong to actually hope and live? To actually live.
