I dream about you every single night. It’s the only place left we can be together.
But if I create my own reality then right now I’m not sitting in my garden with a glass of wine alone watching ants herd aphids up the sunflowers (I’m no longer afraid of them btw). I’m really sitting in my garden watching ants and sipping wine waiting for you to arrive home. Dinner is already done in the oven, the table already set. I don’t have to worry about how I’m going to pull off Tuesday with only one adult because I have you. After dinner we can watch expendables 3, since we watched one and two together. And tonight when I go to bed you’ll be here. I don’t have to be alone anymore, I don’t have to survive without you anymore.
I miss you so much. No one compares to you, I don’t care what they say; I know who I’m meant to be with. Come back into my reality.