It’s not fair. LIke Woy asked last night… why does it have to be so hard and unfair on top of it?
/me sighs and looks down
I was hoping that he might be here. But he’s not. Regardless of the alarm clock’s encouraging beep this morning, he’s not here. And I can’t talk to him. I debated about whether or not to send him a message, in case I wake him up, but decided to anyway, hoping that his message tone wasn’t that loud.

I miss him. It’s not right. It’s just not fair. *sighs and sighs*

/me thinks that she will go climb into bed and watch the screen from there so that she can pretend that he’s there with her, holding her warmly and she is curled up in him arms… like the poem…

/me reads both, can’t help smiling at the other one and then gets into bed, watching the screen carefully.

/me can’t resist reading the other poem about five more times, feeling somewhat better.

“When I hold you in my arms and you’re all mine”

All his

Still all his

All his.

*Blows Woy another two dozen kisses although he won’t know about them*

~ by cravingoxygen on November 9, 2008.