Hey Sexy,
Another seven days have passed... but that's all that has changed this week... seven days make one week... and weak is what I am feeling right now. I have worked myself the point of exhaustion. By the time tomorrow evening roles around I will have put in fifty-three hours this week... there's rumor that I might be working on Saturday too... which would make for a sixty hour week... but it's worth it if it means that I can be there to show my support and undying love for you. It's the only thing I can do. It's the only thing I have any control over anymore.
I sit here every night holding your badge... trying to hold on to the memories... and crying... always crying. I miss you so much Waddles. Today is the 13th... that was always our number... the date of our first date... the date of your return flight... the one you never stood a chance of making because of the selfishness of that bitch.
To say I am angry would be an understatement.
I love you.
I have always loved you.
I will always love you.
We were supposed to grow old together.
You were supposed to be here to hold my hand... to huggle me... to hold me.
You are my knight in shinning armor.
I'd give anything to lay in your arms one more time.
Love,
Tara Ann
2 comments:
I can't believe it's been 18 weeks. You are making it Tara! I'm still thinking about and praying for you. Stay strong. . . . . . . .you ARE a tough no nonsense woman and your just going to get tougher.
Thanks Teddy.
Sorry it took me a bit to get to your comment, in the hustle of that week I forgot about your kind words... but they are just as encouraging now as they were when you wrote them last week... thanks for always being there.
Post a Comment