This is my second week back in school. Everything is going well so far, and my math professor is much easier to understand this time around which is a big plus.
Hazel and her daughter are camping out in my spare bedroom for a few weeks which is weird since I just spent two weekends helping her move. She hasn't explained much and I haven't tried to pry. All I know is that it seems that she and her significant other are not doing well.
I sit in bed at 1:53am unable to sleep still wishing I was holding her in my arms, kissing her on the back and on the neck, feeling her bare skin against mine. I miss her voice so god damn much. I miss her eyes and her smile and her intelligence and her scent and her little peacock-colored Versa with the antlers and red fucking nose during the holidays.
I have just one question...how in the fuck do I escape this prison of STILL loving someone I can never have?
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