...a shoulder to cry on when things get rough
...someone to talk to about the every day things
...someone to come home to
...a listening ear for even the craziest ideas or thoughts
...someone to listen to
...arms to hold me tight
...cold toes pushed against the back of my legs
...a bony elbow poking in my back
...a warm body wrapping around me in the middle of the night
and so many other things.
I missed him so much this month. School started back in session, and he wasn't there to help me get things ready. He wasn't there to listen to me bitch about waste-of-time meetings. He wasn't there to wish me a good first day of school. He wasn't there for me to come home to and tell how things went each day. He wasn't there to hear about my students - the good and the bad. I started grad school; he would have been so proud of me. He wasn't there...
He isn't here.
It hurts so bad sometimes. I miss him so much. My best friend is gone.
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