I saw this photo today and I got to thinking.
You see, it’s not her I miss. So don’t get this entry wrong. It’s definitely not her I need. She was all wrong for me… I see that now. I’ve seen it for quite some time.
I’ve merely come to the conclusion that all my latest string of bad luck and ever worsening quality of life, the debt, the aches in my bones, the emotional strain on my mind, and all related sadness, all would be easier to handle if I had a warm body to come home to. Someone that’ll snuggle up in bed with me and let me know everything will be alright. Someone who’ll put my ear against her heart, tell me she loves me, and melt the crappy day right off my skin.
Broken or not; I’m ready to welcome someone new into my life. I can handle it now. Bring it on.
