Oh blog. Thank you for hanging in there with me. When I first started this blog in December, I figured it wouldn't last all that long. Now that we are 3.5 months in, I can't believe it.
But alas. This isn't what this post is about. *ahem*
My man? Is awesome. Rocks my socks off. Can make me smile with my heart.
But he works so much, and I'm starting to feel so uncomfortable. With the fact that he works S!I!X! nights a week and that he's so comfortable with it. With the fact that the trivial hoes are a part of the scene. More and more I feel like he's getting back to his comfort space, the one where relationships don't matter and are just a means to an end. And more and more I just want to tell him how I love him so, and spend time with him and just be.
Theres something in here that makes me extraordinarily weepy. I miss him. I want him.
I don't want to just hear him as a voice through the radio. Although??
I'll take what I can get right now.
I SERIOUSLY hope this isn't in vain.
Post edit: I've missed a couple of things, but it's late and Im already sad enough. Hopefully Ill come around tomorrow am.
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