the distance is killer.
i endure it by writing poetry and planning future conversations. every once in awhile i become aware that i prolly need to be processing my marriage... and so i do that for about three or four minutes. then i run from the pain by going back to my sweet daydreams.
i am too exhausted and stressed to finish this post...
i miss you. i may be foolishly, unhealthfully in love, but that doesn't negate the friendship we had, or have, or whatever. pseudo almost romance.
i'm sorry i ruined things
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