Saturday, May 19, 2012

This might be the Vodka talking but, I want more vodka.

There is no way to describe how fucking much I miss you every single day. 
When something goes wrong and I can't handle it, I know you would know what to do. 
It's stupid, but I think of when I was young and reading Lord of the Rings and it was a really suspenseful part, and I was sure Frodo was done for, I felt a rush of calm if Gandalf was there because I knew that he would figure it out. Nothing bad could REALLY happen because he knew what to do.  That is what having you in my life felt like.
No matter how  bad it got, you could always come up with something to make it right, or at least take my mind off it.
Fuck. If I can't have you back, the only thing I want more is to stop wanting you so much.
Love is a fucking disease.