i can't wait for monday mornings - so i can talk to her again, have her, some little piece of her, whatever she'll give me. and tuesday morning. and wednesday. and thursday. friday i approach with a little trepidation and eagerness. eagerness because, hopefully, we'll have a little time to spend together. trepidation because i know she's leaving me again for another long, long weekend in her life, without me to distract her.
and yet monday mornings don't hold the same urgency for her. i sit and wait and watch for her to come on line, wait for the phone to ring, knowing that if the situations were reversed that nothing would keep me from the phone the second i got to the office. but it's not the same for her. so many other things get her attention before me. i'm easily an hour or more down the road before she even thinks of it. of me. or is she just late again?
how can i still think she might want me? but i do. and i continue to hope that she might.
it just doesn't seem likely.
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