missing you, sweetie
I find myself missing you more and more with each agonizing tick of the clock. Seconds stretch to minutes, minutes slide into hours, hours are now turning into days. I'm sitting on pins and needles until I can see you next week. I can't take my mind off of you and I find myself struggling to make it thru the days. I'm on this sinking ship and waiting for you to show up and pull me from the icy waters. And, no matter how harsh the December weather may be, I'll keep myself warm and smiling with thoughts of us together.