*imported from my other website*
This is getting bad.
Today I wrote your name on my arm. Last night I thought about cutting it
into it.
To say the least, I miss you. Badly.
My insanity is triggering my intellect. How else would I know that its
been 478 days since I saw you last....and 1078 days since we first met?
Hell, I didn't even know I had that kind of mathematical ability. Thank
you (?)
Aside from all of this, I realize specifically how much I look for you.
Trying to find your genius in random conversations I have with those
whose eyes could never sparkle as yours do. Waiting to hear your laugh
amidst the sounds that find their way through my ears to my mind. Or
just manically and ridiculously waiting to see your smiling face come
through the doors of either my job...or my home, all the while knowing
you are at LEAST 800 odd miles away....
...where I left you.
Where you told me not to leave.
Where you wanted to see me one last time and I spitefully declined your
last request.
Somewhere in my waiting, and anticipating, and hoping...there has to be
a lesson. One that only you could tell me...if I only knew where you
were.
I don't know if I should hope I'm on your mind as much as you live in my
head. I'd hate to think you don't sleep sometimes, or wake up kicking
and screaming from a fantasy of us together, interrupted by something as
simple as a new day. I'd never want you to have to go through what I
do.
I'd hate to be missed.
2 hours left in the day, my I'm still looking for you....
...still "chasing" you.
And while my mind tells me I'll never see you any time soon, my heart
says "maybe"...
..and that's enough for me. Sometimes.
I love you girl. Whether or not we ever had a chance to tell each other
before it was too late.
We just knew.
So until I have you, my search continues. Unfortunately, so does my
disappointment, but so be it. Its accepted.
Sigh......
By the way, did I tell you I miss you?
This is getting bad.
Today I wrote your name on my arm. Last night I thought about cutting it
into it.
To say the least, I miss you. Badly.
My insanity is triggering my intellect. How else would I know that its
been 478 days since I saw you last....and 1078 days since we first met?
Hell, I didn't even know I had that kind of mathematical ability. Thank
you (?)
Aside from all of this, I realize specifically how much I look for you.
Trying to find your genius in random conversations I have with those
whose eyes could never sparkle as yours do. Waiting to hear your laugh
amidst the sounds that find their way through my ears to my mind. Or
just manically and ridiculously waiting to see your smiling face come
through the doors of either my job...or my home, all the while knowing
you are at LEAST 800 odd miles away....
...where I left you.
Where you told me not to leave.
Where you wanted to see me one last time and I spitefully declined your
last request.
Somewhere in my waiting, and anticipating, and hoping...there has to be
a lesson. One that only you could tell me...if I only knew where you
were.
I don't know if I should hope I'm on your mind as much as you live in my
head. I'd hate to think you don't sleep sometimes, or wake up kicking
and screaming from a fantasy of us together, interrupted by something as
simple as a new day. I'd never want you to have to go through what I
do.
I'd hate to be missed.
2 hours left in the day, my I'm still looking for you....
...still "chasing" you.
And while my mind tells me I'll never see you any time soon, my heart
says "maybe"...
..and that's enough for me. Sometimes.
I love you girl. Whether or not we ever had a chance to tell each other
before it was too late.
We just knew.
So until I have you, my search continues. Unfortunately, so does my
disappointment, but so be it. Its accepted.
Sigh......
By the way, did I tell you I miss you?
The landlady hasn't come yet. That's why I'm panicking, because I've no idea when they're coming!!!!