And you still aren’t here…haven’t come back…haven’t tapped my shoulder. If this was a freakin’ movie you would have appeared by now, in the corner of my eye, a bit of my heart come to life, for just a moment so that I would know you were okay…
I listened to all of your music and it made me need to cry too much, but I couldn’t. So I pulled out Pulp. I know baby, I know. YOU HATE THAT I ALWAYS LISTEN TO PULP but ironically – and I do think you will enjoy the rich irony – since you LOATHE Pulp it now reminds me of you vividly. Sigh. Isn’t life such a bitch? 🙂
I’m really hoping this doesn’t turn into a blog that consists entirely of posts in which I ramble on to you…as if you are here. (you are here, I know you are here…I know you can see me, I know you are RIGHT THERE baby…I know)
And I hope, well, I know…my heart won’t crack open and bleed out. I couldn’t be so lucky. And I do hope I don’t cry too much in front of the girls.
And wherever you are, I do hope you can see now, with utter clarity, how very much I love you.