Second day on my own, starting the day with tea and a wake up phone call from John. He is my light, and now two weeks apart I am aching for him. The days are longer when I am alone…more accomplished, more time to think, but more time to miss him. Four more days and only three nights till our arms slip through each other’s and I can feel the full body press of his embrace.
8.2.2011
Second day on my own, starting the day with tea and a wake up phone call from John. He is my light, and now two weeks apart I am aching for him. The days are longer when I am alone…more accomplished, more time to think, but more time to miss him. Four more days and only three nights till our arms slip through each other’s and I can feel the full body press of his embrace.
