Missing the Man
11:37 a.m. - 2004-09-29
Yesterday, at 4:30 p.m., my life came to an end. After a six-day stretch of complete bliss, Daniel had to fly back to Wichita. This goodbye thing is a terrible process. I�d been crying on and off since Sunday, which in turn made him cry. I just couldn�t think about looking over to my right when I was driving and not being able to see if my car was locked because his leg was in the way. I couldn�t think of reaching out for his hand to set it on my thigh and most of all, I couldn�t think of muttering �I love you� while I was sleeping and having him say it back to me.
I remember that as I drove by the Hobby Lobby off 610, I thought, I hope that when I get mad at him, I remember how much this hurts. Last night, when we got off the phone because I was falling asleep, I left the phone nestled between my ear and the pillow. Then all of the sudden, I woke up grabbed the phone and looked at it. I rolled over and looked to the other side of the bed and it was empty. I hit 56 and talk and waited until he answered. When he answered all I could say was, �Why aren�t you here?� as I sobbed uncontrollably. The truth is that neither of us can really take it anymore. I�ve figured out the reason I get so upset at him is because he�s away from me because while he was here, everything was perfect. The only thing he�ll be receiving from me in the mail is a card telling him how much I miss him.
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