My days are long, full, happy and tiring. I travel back home from wherever I happen to have been, and think of you. You ruin every day for me.
It's like a tic. The day is over, think on him and think how u will share it with him. Then i remember that I have no right to anymore. That even if i did my best to tell you, you would so easily ignore me. I am of so little consequence.
I envy everyone i know, in all there little happinesses. They mourn not seeing the person they love for a matter of weeks, days, hours or minutes. They mope and wait for correspondence. They have no idea what they hold between them, in their hands. No idea what it me