i'll be the reason this dies
Tomorrow she comes home. When she does though I will be at work. I can't wait for her to crawl up next to me in the bed though. Like crazy her scent is missed, like crazy her touch is missed. She called me a little while ago, she told me she couldn't wait to get home to see me. That made me feel so good. I was going through some make believe crisis last night. For reason I can only justify as my mind playing tricks on me. I wouldn't be me if my insane thoughts didn't run away with me. Making up stories to try to help my insecurities kill me on the inside. We have our issues but sometimes I feel as though I only see them, not the good stuff. But my heart knows the truth.