Wednesday, March 23, 2011 0 typ'ng[s]
I don't think you quite understand just how much I miss you.
It consumes my being.
You haunt me in all my dreams.
My imagination runs wild during the day.
You are the last thing on my mind before I fall asleep and the first when I awake.
Constantly, always, your name is heard.
I’ll turn my head and hope to see you smiling back at me.
And everytime, I am disappointed.
And when I do finally see you, hold you in my arms.
I am home.
I love you
