not much
seems to go during the weekdays in my life but the weekends are certainly packed well enough to make up for the stagnant infertility of my work-drenched days.
its not that i'm sick of work- by all means i actually quite enjoy it most of the time and when i'm not trapped in back booth for seven hours daily- its simply that its gotten, well, stagnant.
everything seems so stale sometimes i wonder why i was blessed with the shining star of my boyfriend.
i love Chris, everyone knows i do, but why can't i shake the feeling that i love him more than he loves me? i know its stupid to compare the levels of love, after all, how can you measure love? in time? in intensity? in passion? in all three?
I'm confused and quite a bit tired so away i go for the night.
Chris, if you read this, don't worry. We'll talk about it until we both feel perfect again ok love? There's my handsome man.
its not that i'm sick of work- by all means i actually quite enjoy it most of the time and when i'm not trapped in back booth for seven hours daily- its simply that its gotten, well, stagnant.
everything seems so stale sometimes i wonder why i was blessed with the shining star of my boyfriend.
i love Chris, everyone knows i do, but why can't i shake the feeling that i love him more than he loves me? i know its stupid to compare the levels of love, after all, how can you measure love? in time? in intensity? in passion? in all three?
I'm confused and quite a bit tired so away i go for the night.
Chris, if you read this, don't worry. We'll talk about it until we both feel perfect again ok love? There's my handsome man.