With out grace, but not with out honor.

You called me back and it warmed my heart. Your the best!! I feel loved and important once again.

I waited all day to talk to you and it wasn’t what I had hoped for. You make me so angry when you dismiss me like I was a pet. I wonder if you will ever learn. Sometimes I don’t feel very important to you and it’s those times that hurt me the most. I know I should let go and call you back later, but I don’t think I will. I’d rather lick my wounds this evening.

Because your’re working in Canada we can’t talk like we are use too and I have to wait till you get back to the hotel to hear your voice. I hate it! I think the reason why all this works is because we don’t loose that “close” feeling. Though, when you’re so far away and we can’t talk like we are use too I grasp on to that feeling. I know it will get better when I have more things to occupy my time. School starts in the summer and I’ve already registered today. So, I can’t wait.

I love you and miss you.

I just took you to the airport and it still hurts to say good-bye. Maybe it’s the same for you and that’s why you called to talk to me while you walked to your gate. It makes me smile to think about how we both hate to say good-bye.

Do you know I get nervous when you come home like I’m going out on a first date? I rush around to make sure everything is just perfect before you even step into the house.

Tonight, I am missing you. I don’t want to go to sleep. I just wanna keep watching movies until I don’t remember closing my eyes and drifting off. Your presence still lingers and I guess that’s why my heart aches for you. I still feel you. I hope that never changes.

I pray 15 day’s go quickly.

Love, Bug.

I have found that I have a lot to say and no one to say them too. Not necessarily for any real purpose other than to get them from swimming around in my head like gold fish. So, those into proper grammar and punctuation will be quickly turned away. I do not write to be published. I am simply logging passing thoughts, ideas, inner struggles and experiences. They probably won’t be popular idea’s or opinions, but they will be of my own.