Friday, June 17, 2011

I probably should not post from my phone, in the wee hours while sleep deprived and a teeny bit depressed...... Oh well, you'll forgive me.

I'd really like someone's hand to hold. I think that is maybe what I miss most about having a guy to call my very own, holding hands.

You caught me. I'm a sentimental mush ball.

1 comment:

  1. Sometimes the things you post resonate with me, but none more than this. I think it's these dark hours alone in bed that are the worst to be alone. Most of the time I'm fine with being single, with the comfort that 'someday' I'll take that leap again and open my heart to someone else. I am hesitant after having an open heart gouged by heartless women so many times in the past, but I know someday I'll open my scarred heart once again. The waiting is never bad until that moment when I'm lying in bed alone, and the loneliness just hits me. It's these moments that I'm glad I have two pillows.