I watched a couple of episodes from last season's Boston Legal tonight while sipping a glass of Chardonnay. And I sniffed a pillow a couple of times whose case I should have washed a couple of days ago.
Watching video on my laptop alone while missing my girl. I may as well be in the field. Except for the basketball court I frequent that has familiar faces, a little California weather, and a couple of hours in a familiar coffee shop with a friend, "home" is no different from a million miles away.
Something is wrong with that picture.
I missed her today. I wanted to call her sooo bad. Just to hear her voice, just to hear an "I love you" and tell her how much I need her...
Why does it hurt so much?
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