I have been waiting and waiting and waiting for word from Mr.3 for me to come and see him. The car has been packed for 2 days and I have been packed for 3, ready to spring to my love at a moment's notice. In the loneliness I have gone a little crazy, resulting in me leaving pleading, hysterical messages on Mr.3's phone.
I am not sure if he will ever speak to me again, although I hold out hope that he will.
So I continue to wait for him....and I've been inging this song to myself through my tears and my screams:
"It's not the pale moon that excites me, that thrills and delights me,
oh no, it's the nearness of you.
It isn't your sweet conversation, that brings this sensation,
oh no, it's the nearness of you.
When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me,
all my wildest dreams come true.
I need no soft light to enchant me if you'll only grant me
the right to hold you ever so tight, and to feel in the night
the nearness of you."
3 comments:
You know, Patton said that an army without profanity couldn't fight itself out of a piss-soaked paper bag. Maybe that could be good advice right now.
Hang in there... the emotions are a weird thing, of all the things we can control, emotions are not one of them. I feel for you... but I am a woman so I know!
Hey, I am back from D.C. now. If you need anything call me or write me.
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