The empty loneliness...
I just finished washing his sheets.
Now they smell like laundry detergent...and that makes me miserably sad, because they used to smell like him. And now they do not. ((Don't worry - I saved the pillowcase from the wash, and as sick as it might be, I will use his pillow until it no longer smells like him.))
He's back in the UK, safe and sound. And I want him to come home. I cried in my car for like, half an hour before even leaving the airport. And then I cried the entire way home. And yelled. And screamed. And prayed.
AND MELANIE YOU HOOSIER WHERE ARE YOU??? COME OVER!! *SOB*
I am just really lonely. I know tomorrow is a holiday and I should cheer up and be happy and you know...but I am not. I'm just depressed. Miserable.
And I really, really, really, really want him to just...come home.
Now they smell like laundry detergent...and that makes me miserably sad, because they used to smell like him. And now they do not. ((Don't worry - I saved the pillowcase from the wash, and as sick as it might be, I will use his pillow until it no longer smells like him.))
He's back in the UK, safe and sound. And I want him to come home. I cried in my car for like, half an hour before even leaving the airport. And then I cried the entire way home. And yelled. And screamed. And prayed.
AND MELANIE YOU HOOSIER WHERE ARE YOU??? COME OVER!! *SOB*
I am just really lonely. I know tomorrow is a holiday and I should cheer up and be happy and you know...but I am not. I'm just depressed. Miserable.
And I really, really, really, really want him to just...come home.