So I have waited for three years, why should a few more days matter? But they do. This is an eternity and I am sick to my stomach, elated, edgy, pensive, hopeful, and restless all in a span of a day.
Does he prefer life without me? How, how can he wait and be so slow to respond? Does he not think of me as I do him? I wish he would write or call...something, anything, to help cut these cords of tense hope that bind my chest to where I feel I cannot breathe.
is hunting fun?
8 years ago
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