It is at the end of the day when I tend to get sad if I am going to get sad. It’s odd. I know I used to be such a cranky thing when I got home, I was so stressed, but it is at this time of the day that I miss you the most. Knowing that I am going home to an empty house isn’t always the most appealing thing. Sure, I will go out and see friends and do things, but ultimately I will return to that empty house. I am sitting here listening to moderately sad songs and waiting for the Peach Buzz to be done.
I almost texted you to ask what you were up to, if you were in town, if you wanted to get dinner or see a movie, but alas I knew it wouldn’t happen. I would receive the same answer that I’ve always received: it hasn’t been enough time, it would be too hard. I know, and I guess I agree. I get more and more settled every day, but tonight that part that can only be calmed by you is getting stirred up, no matter how hard I try to keep it in check. I will figure it out though.
I hope you have/had a good weekend. Heck, maybe we will even run into each other.
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