Another night alone. Just a phone call with D and the cats for company. C is working again tonight, not that he pays attention to me anyway. Not that I want him to. D is so much nicer. He is such a sweet, selfless guy. Just a couple more months until I get to see him again. Just a couple more months until I can be happy. I wish I never left to begin with. If mom and dad had moved without me, that would have been fine. I wouldn’t have met C, I wouldn’t have broken up with D, and neither one of us would be losing sleep because we are lonely. I suppose I should try to sleep. It’ll make March come sooner. Then I get to leave C and finally get to officially be with D again. I wish he was here. My poem to him tonight:
“It’s the little moments like these
Sitting in a comfortable silence
Not needing to say I love you
Because you already know
It’s the little things like these
I saw this and thought of yous
I see everything and think of you
Because you are always on my mind
It’s the little days like these
The days you’re busy and I’m not
The days I’m busy and you aren’t
Because we are counting down until I’m there
It’s the little nights like these
When I can’t sleep alone
And you fell asleep on the phone
Because I love you and you love me
It’s the little moments
Things
Days
Nights
Like these
That proves what you mean to me”
Goodnight.
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