Well, he is gone. Philly left this afternoon. I don't really know how I feel about that right now. Perhaps I will feel different when I get home from work?
Why do they always have to be the best when they are on their way out? We slept late this morning and cooked breakfast together all the while laughing. It was really nice, but it only made it harder when he walked out. We had a little going away party for him last night. I did my best 'I am a bitch, pushing you away routine'. Even after B called and told me to be nice. I really tried. It is a defense mode for me. None the less it didn't work. He saw right through it. He just held my hand tighter and smiled. Damn.
Funny how a few months ago I would not have believed that I actually sleep better with him in bed with me. I am amazed how quick I got used to that. I am mad because I just have to turn around and get un-used to it tonight.
I am really going to try and be optimistic with this whole relationship thing. It's hard as hell already. He said he would call. I said OK. What more can I do? It's up to him now.-V
6 comments:
You look lonely in that pic. Sitting there all by yourself with nobody to drink you. Sorry, I'm talking to the beer.
You might be burning up inside, but you look pretty hot in this picture. sorry I'm talkng to the cigarette.
You have the look that would just poke through glass. Just sitting there staring through the window ... sorry, I'm talking about her nipples.
just because I was talking to your cigarette, doesn't mean YOU don't look hot.
WOW boys! Thanks for all the assistance! lol-V
if you're looking for good advice, you can always count on your fingers. ;-)
Post a Comment