ausume

the week is over, as is my happiness...
he picked me up this morning and we went to sit in the park. We sat at a picnixc table...we sat with each other and laughed and kisses and hugged. As the time got closer to when he had to leave, the more i felt myself welling up inside...i could feel the lump in my throat, but I didn't want to cry. I didn't want his last sight of me for a while to be me crying. But when it came almost time for him to go it just came out. I didn't want him to go. Everytime I am with him i fall more and more in love and it gets harder and harder to let him go. He drove me home, walked me to my door, i managed to keep it together. I told him I love him, to call me periodicly on his trip home, and went inside. Got to my room and started bawling. I can;t stand it. I need him to breathe.

"a piece of my hair on his face, i wipe it off*
Shawn: Heh, I was gonna take a bit of you home with me
Me: You are....you are taking the most important bit of me...

he is...i feel so hollow...it hurts so much i could die....

i still feel his arms tight around me, his fingers on my neck, his lips on mine....