Thursday, September 22, 2011

Nine Years

Nelson Shanks' Bluebird

I haven’t seen the man of my life in 197 days. I think of him no less than twice in every breath which is half has much the amount of times I glance at the door expecting him to enter. I’m well aware of how pathetic it makes me and still I take solace in it for missing him is all that remains. Well that and my increasing understanding that we will never be.
My love my care,

1 comment:

  1. How beautifully honest this is. And incredibly brave to post it.