Its been quite some time since Ive been happy to come into work. Of course this has absolutely nothing to do with work itself. I came in today only to discover messages waiting for me. I knew who they were from before I even heard them and I couldnt wait to listen to them.
You have 2 unheard messages. To listen to your
They were from Marsina. She really wasnt telling me anything she hadnt already told me on Thursday when I spoke to her last. I remember bits and pieces of last night but one thing that stands out is me laying in my bed and thinking about how nice it would be to hear her voice. Every time I hear it, it sounds sweeter than the last. Every time I hear her my whole body feels happy, I get a warm feeling in my chest and stomach and my head drinks in the sweet ambrosia that is her voice.
I saved the messages so I can listen to them whenever I need to. Ive already listened to them more times than any self-respecting male would care to admit. I know Im sappy, I know Im a softy, I know Im a sentimental little wussy, but the thing I know most of all is that I dont care if Im any of those things. The only thing I care about being; is hers.
Mock me if you must but the fact of the matter is that, right now, I am hers.
These were her exact words:
Oh shit, so I guess I cant get a hold of you. I tried your house, nobody answered. Anyways, Um HiYea, miss you Um, its cold Im freezing, wish you were here or wish I was there. Um, Looks like were gonna move back to Portland next year, so yeah. Anyways, I will try to give you a call tomorrow from work. OK bye, Love ya.
You have 2 unheard messages. To listen to your
They were from Marsina. She really wasnt telling me anything she hadnt already told me on Thursday when I spoke to her last. I remember bits and pieces of last night but one thing that stands out is me laying in my bed and thinking about how nice it would be to hear her voice. Every time I hear it, it sounds sweeter than the last. Every time I hear her my whole body feels happy, I get a warm feeling in my chest and stomach and my head drinks in the sweet ambrosia that is her voice.
I saved the messages so I can listen to them whenever I need to. Ive already listened to them more times than any self-respecting male would care to admit. I know Im sappy, I know Im a softy, I know Im a sentimental little wussy, but the thing I know most of all is that I dont care if Im any of those things. The only thing I care about being; is hers.
Mock me if you must but the fact of the matter is that, right now, I am hers.
These were her exact words:
Oh shit, so I guess I cant get a hold of you. I tried your house, nobody answered. Anyways, Um HiYea, miss you Um, its cold Im freezing, wish you were here or wish I was there. Um, Looks like were gonna move back to Portland next year, so yeah. Anyways, I will try to give you a call tomorrow from work. OK bye, Love ya.