The way that I feel is empty. Like someone took my heart and ripped it out of my chest. He let me keep his shirt and I took a nap with it scrunched up against my nose. When I woke up, I cried because I could smell him, but I couldn't feel his arms around me. And I think what I love the most is when he wraps both of his arms around me and pulls me as close as he can and all I can breathe is him. Or maybe it's the way that he brushes my shoulder with his hand when he walks by. Or maybe it's about a million other little bitty things that he does that drive me crazy. And he's all that I want for the rest of my life. This distance is killing me.
I went to see my Granny today. She looks bad but she seems to be okay in spirit. The only person she really recognized was Grandma, though. The rest of us she had to ask for names but she remembered after we told her. She was really mean to Becca's fiance, Chris. It was funny, but I felt really bad for him. After she said something to him he went to the other side of the room and sat in the wheelchair the rest of the time that we were there.
I can't finish this, I'm done for the night.
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