Jun 07, 2008 20:25
I miss you.
I really bloody miss you.
You're meant to be here next to me.
That's how it's meant to be.
But you're there.
With her.
And I'm trying to fool you that it's okay.
It is.
I think.
I hope.
I wish.
I miss you and I'm hoping you miss me too.
How can you think of me when her bright blonde hair shines in that hot seductive sun?
And how could I be in your mind when you wake up to her pretty face?
I'll trust you.
I do.
I swear.
But I don't know how you could miss me out there.
So far from predictability.
That's me.
Here in the cold, I'm glad I don't know just how fun it is out there.
Photos will tell me of the good times you'll have had.
My face won't need to appear but your smile will be strong.
It'll last in my mind, far beyond our time.
I miss you, my sweet.
I'll defend your honour while you stretch it a little.
I'll be waiting back here when you're done.
You're far from forgotten.
I love you.
You don't need to remind me how much I need you.
I know, my sweet.
Because I'm missing you now.
And we're barely apart.
Hardly.