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Lying in bed late at night, worried and anxious, his arms around her. She grabs his hand and pulls it close to her chest. Comfort.
I miss that so much. I saw Miranda do that with Steve in Sex and the City, and my heart ached. I felt the urge to wait until 2am tonight, run across the street to his house, crawl into his bed, and snuggle in close. He would protest, I would shush him. So tempting.
It's hard to be so close to him, yet so distant. We haven't spoken in two months now. It's hard to know that your other half is out there, just down the street. The person who knows you better than anyone, the one with whom you've shared it all.
The logic blanket that I've thrown over my emotions can only hold strong for so long. Puffs of smoke keep rustling the edges and all I can do is try to push it back down... stifling the flames.
My only comfort now is a box of chocolates. |
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Posted by peace_seeker on 2008-03-04 15:48:36 | Rating: | Views: 55
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