Everything just seems to go to shame without you.
And if I were to actually tell you that...you'd probably smirk and say something stupid along the lines of "No the shame is that you don't accept me with you...or rather on you"
I always knew that things would be tough without you. I did...honestly.
I knew it would be hard, but the thing is, I don't really think that what I thought can compete with how I feel now.
My heart is hurting.
It is hurting bad.
Now whether it's my pride (it most likely is that last bit of dignity I have left) or my blind optimism to hide, I can't tell you that.
Because if I do, I'm wrong.
I'm so completely fucking wrong.
It's only been a day. If you can call it that- 8 hours really, and everything has just gone wrong.
I dropped my phone in my tea.
Those brand new light bulbs we installed started to fail.
Even the cable I've had for ten plus years has been cut.
My wilful blindness will just side with logic.
But really...when have I ever dropped my phone into a cup of hot green tea?
I know they're signs.
Signs that you make me work. You make me function. Without you...I'm completely and utterly useless
All I know is...tomorrow I'm going to find you.
I'm going to find you and yell it from the treetops.
What 'it' is...well I'm not so sure.
I miss you?
I want you?
Or maybe it'll be the other eight letters that form those special three words.
I guess we'll just have to wait and see wont we?