@minim wrote:
@nanny ogg wrote:
I wait for him, not knowing where he is, wondering if he’s ok.
I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.
I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I’m tired.
Why is love intensified by absence?
My daughter loves that book. It is on the pile of books waiting for me to get round to reading.
However, what she should have done is….
Had her hair done and got some retail therapy
Gone out with friends for a meal and to the theatre
Enjoyed the fact she had the bed to herself cos he takes up so much room
And thought I wonder if he’ll stay away another night cos i am enjoying this
:lol: =D>