I wish it so badly to be true. I beg from my very soul.
Please let him want me. And not just want me, but need me.
I look at him and see perfection, everything I want.
But I know he won't give me Siberia.
He won't give me furs and snow storms and tigers.
He will try, and say that he wants to, but his heart isn't there.
I cry tears of frustration over broken promises.
I'm tired.
I want to sleep in a tent lined with lanterns while the wind howls in the outside world.
But he won't give me Siberia.
I'm falling
head
over
heels,
but he can't
take me away.
I'll have to wait for Siberia.
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