Oct 01, 2010 10:43
A friend told me last night that you're trying to reach me and I'm not answering. Once she said it, I realized it was true.
I noticed that I don't write to you like I used to either and it's not because I'm not thinking of you. I think of you at least once a day, if not more. I hadn't taken personal items to any of the jobs I've held here in Ohio until last month. Now the picture of you and I before we boarded the booze cruise in the Bahamas sits on my desk in that awesome, funky frame that Tracy bought for my birthday a few years ago on one of her trips to ATX with Gretchen.
I'm not sure why I've been blocked but I want you to know that I'm working on it. I miss you so much. Not just seeing you but hearing your voice, running my fingers through that thick ass head of hair of yours and waiting for it to get more silver every day. I kind of miss the snoring, although I'll deny that if anyone ever asks 'cause you snored like a frikkin' freight train.
I went to a Bob Schneider show last week and this lyric pretty much sums up where I'm at:
Just thought I’d drop you a line
And let you know I was doing fine
Cause baby it's been a long long time
Since you walked out my door
I miss you and I'll do my best to answer next time you come knocking. Mwah!
dlw