antisipation can be so beautiful, but not as beautiful as she can be
i get to see elizabeth tomorrow--the antisipation is overwhelming, like a blanket swirling from the top of head downward encompassing my body--this blanket forces me to shake and convulse as i wait, watching the clock and hating myself for doing so because time seems to slow when one does this activity--so tomorrow, when i actually do see her, i'll spend the day looking at nothing but her and the clock--