He kissed me tonight when I came home. Just greeted me with it and I stood there, schoolgirly...
He's been here all week. I love it and I hate it. Because, when he isn't here, and there are things to be done, I miss him.
I've given him room. I've not pressured him, not pestered him, not asked or bothered. I don't want to ever be that woman who nags and wheedles and whines.
He's put in all of his stuff for Bimini. And I am just blown away. He seems determined to go, even happy. And I know that for all the things going on with him, he has to work. He NEEDS to work. He wants so much out of life and it keeps kicking us both down.
I truly get it, I just wish that the whole...sigh...this sucks...good night.
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