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My husband is on the other side of the country, in the cold, and he is sick and lonely.
I am on this side of the country, cold, not as sick, but pretty damn lonely.
And it's nights like this when i'm in a hard bed, in a hotel room in one of the 29 cities that isn't home, with Marcel as a room mate instead of him, that I dig deep and remember that I love him, and having him in my life in any way shape or form, makes these lonely nights worth while in the end.
Because one day when this is all over, we will be together,always. Maybe then we will have to much of each other, but for now. Now it's not enough.
(p.s. I <3 you marcel you're just not him though. It's not meant to be an offense!)
I am on this side of the country, cold, not as sick, but pretty damn lonely.
And it's nights like this when i'm in a hard bed, in a hotel room in one of the 29 cities that isn't home, with Marcel as a room mate instead of him, that I dig deep and remember that I love him, and having him in my life in any way shape or form, makes these lonely nights worth while in the end.
Because one day when this is all over, we will be together,always. Maybe then we will have to much of each other, but for now. Now it's not enough.
(p.s. I <3 you marcel you're just not him though. It's not meant to be an offense!)