Nov 12, 2006 11:49
To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you...
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
And I miss you.
It'll be another month before I get to see him again. I just hope nothing happens when I fly to Texas or Florida in the next two weeks. I'm not really worried, but that wouldn't be pleasant. And I'm tired. I'm soo tired of entertaining and talking and being a 21 year old girl. I'm just tired and I want to sleep. I'm scared to death of change, but sometimes I pray for it to come quickly all the same. Unfortunately when you want one thing to change, everything else does with it... *sigh*