I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

I am having one of those nights. One of those weekends, one of those days. I am lost in every emotion that slams me. I have been alone too long I think. It’s crushing me. I say that a lot, I know. But it really is.

I have been so lonely this week. Lonely like I was when he first left. I just want to give up and go to bed until he comes home. I want to stop worrying about where everyone is, and where I need to be at that very moment. I want to go to bed and curl up to his back, not a damned pillow. I want him to throw the cat out of our bed, rather than me encouraging him to sleep next to me so I have company.

I want to come to bed and know that all the little things that have made me crazy all day are going to go away when I get up there with him. I want to stop being alone. I hate this.

I want him to call and say "They are sending us home now." I want a true date, I want a life with him, not built around his absences. I want him.

I wanna make out like a teenager.