Friday, April 18

Aching

I miss Alex. Sometimes the sadness is a tiny twinge; sometimes it's dull and heavy and permeates the air I breathe. Today the latter is true. No amount of retail therapy or impromptu jaunts to other places seems to assuage it. It's lonely without him. I'm lonely without him.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Awww, I'll be there soon, Sweetie! Promise. :)