And I feel guilty for it...
He and I live 4 hours apart but this weekend he is still farther - another 6 hrs down south. I will go to see him again in a few days.
Spending time with his long time good friend is something he's needed for months. I feel guilty wishing he were here.
There are people who go months and years without seeing their loved ones. I feel guilty for not appreciating my luxury.
Some people don't have anyone to love them. I feel guilty for needing more than the knowledge that I am loved.
I feel guilty - because I miss my love...
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