December 2010
2 posts
Wife.
I love you.
If I’m 100 miles away, or 5,000, you’ll always be my number one. You always will be.
You’ve always been there.
And always cared more about me than I have.
I think Brian from Q.a.F. said it best.
“if I see you tomorrow, or months.. Years.. It’s only time”
And it is. Distance and numbers can’t come between a force as great as us.
I...
I miss who you were.
The poet.
The self loather.
The lover.
The intellect.
The one who kept me grounded.
The one who kept me honest.
But dear god, I HATE what you’ve become.
Time heals all wounds. I have a scar. I’m just glad that nasty fucking scab fell off.