Somewhere other than the night she needs to hear I love you
I don't know where to start, because there are so many thoughts racing through my mind and I'm not a very articulate person.
Have you ever met someone who has such a profound impact on you? That even if you don't know them that well you are overwhelmed with love for them? That make you feel incredible and loved and great just by them giving you their unconditional love and acceptance?
I don't know why I'm having such a rough time with Willi leaving, but it hurts. Maybe it has to do with the last 18 months being months of farewells and good-byes, and it's finallly all hiting me now... but I'm not even sure that's it. I woke up this morning with a lump in my throat knowing that he wouldn't be at work and I miss him already.
I have grown dependent on his ramblings; on his hate for Granny's; On his toilette humour at lunch; On his weekend Vodka stories; On his German accent; On his relentless stares and his scaring-the crap-out-of me's and his "Good morning Mandie"s and his pinky swears and most importantly his "I love you"s when I needed them most. God, I'm going to miss those "I love you"s.
I told myself when I found out he was leaving that it was no big deal. It's not possible for good-byes to be that hard when you've only known a person for 5 months. I now know that I am crazy. I am crazy for either 1) believing this statement is true or 2) believing this statement is false.
I just don't know anymore. I thought that as you get older you also get wiser. In my case I am becoming more naive.
Have you ever met someone who has such a profound impact on you? That even if you don't know them that well you are overwhelmed with love for them? That make you feel incredible and loved and great just by them giving you their unconditional love and acceptance?
I don't know why I'm having such a rough time with Willi leaving, but it hurts. Maybe it has to do with the last 18 months being months of farewells and good-byes, and it's finallly all hiting me now... but I'm not even sure that's it. I woke up this morning with a lump in my throat knowing that he wouldn't be at work and I miss him already.
I have grown dependent on his ramblings; on his hate for Granny's; On his toilette humour at lunch; On his weekend Vodka stories; On his German accent; On his relentless stares and his scaring-the crap-out-of me's and his "Good morning Mandie"s and his pinky swears and most importantly his "I love you"s when I needed them most. God, I'm going to miss those "I love you"s.
I told myself when I found out he was leaving that it was no big deal. It's not possible for good-byes to be that hard when you've only known a person for 5 months. I now know that I am crazy. I am crazy for either 1) believing this statement is true or 2) believing this statement is false.
I just don't know anymore. I thought that as you get older you also get wiser. In my case I am becoming more naive.