Why I'm Still Awake With Nothing to Say
I'm waiting for him to come home.Nothing else to say about that.
He's been gone all week.
He's gone a lot.
Look at my eyes. I know they're closed, but look at them anyhow.
No one else in the entire world has ever made me feel like that.
And the way he holds my face... no one else in the entire world has ever held my entire being captive by placing a palm to the side of my face.
He quiets me.
He soothes me.
He ties the frayed edges of my sanity together to keep me whole.
It sucks when the half of you that is the best part of you is gone for the better part of your week.
I hear the garage door.
Kissing, commence.
posted by Robin at 8:10 PM
4 Comments:
Yay Kissing!!
Beautifully said.
Was he out on another film shoot again? Those on-location shoots are the worst. But you can't deprive the world of Antonio. :)
~S
LOL Shephard!
This pic is very powerful ~ he definitely has a deep love for you.
:)
M~
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