I'm not quite 30, but he's 19 years my senior, so I'm going to put this here anyway. Hope nobody minds.
I find myself having days where all I want to do is curl up in my recliner and talk to Him. I'm sure I don't have to explain who He is. He is my happiness, who makes my heart jump when he logs onto instant messenger, or sends me a text message, or - on the rare occasions - calls me. He is the reason that I cry because - gorram it - 1000 miles is too far to go when you've no place to stay overnight, let alone a few days to make it worth it. He is the one that, when I don't hear from Him and know the weather is bad, I worry.
And some days, I just want Him.
Stupid work
Pardon me while I use my cats as a tissue.
I find myself having days where all I want to do is curl up in my recliner and talk to Him. I'm sure I don't have to explain who He is. He is my happiness, who makes my heart jump when he logs onto instant messenger, or sends me a text message, or - on the rare occasions - calls me. He is the reason that I cry because - gorram it - 1000 miles is too far to go when you've no place to stay overnight, let alone a few days to make it worth it. He is the one that, when I don't hear from Him and know the weather is bad, I worry.
And some days, I just want Him.
Stupid work
Pardon me while I use my cats as a tissue.
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