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Letters to Nowhere

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Man, I'm tired.

I went to bed last night and spent two hours looking at the ceiling. I was thinking, "yanno, if I don't pay the phone bill I'd have the money to go". I heard, "if you really loved me" echoing in my head. It was said in semi jest... but it preyed on me.

I wish I could go. I wish I could meet him there. But, I can't. Damn these responsible mommy ideals.

I miss him.


  • I have to remind myself that this separation is no easier on her then it is on me. It reminds me that I need to stop making cryptic comments about the distance that is between us. Clover, my dear one, I'm sorry. It hurts to be so far from you, but we always remind each other about the work ahead, and the tasks we need to accomplish, before we are together. Just for the reader's reference, I'm the one that she means. For me, at least, she's worth the wait, as painful as it is, with time passing.

    By Blogger Student of Life, at 11:37 PM  

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