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Posted by AdaGrace on June 5, 2005, at 23:16:59
And it seems you never will.
It's scary to think about that.
I had so much inside me for you to know.
So many things that we never shared.
I can cook. Did you know that? I could have cooked you chicken and dumplings like we talked about once. You said it was your favorite food, and your mother cooked it for you. I could have done that for you.
I forget to turn off the tv. I like to fall asleep with it on. The one thing, the one thing I wanted to do with you was sit or lay on the couch with you and watch a movie. I wanted to do that with you.
Oh God. Why did you do this to me? Why?
Do you know I still watch the weather in your area sometimes? So I can know what it's like where you are.
I'm so jealous of her. She sees you when you first awake. She falls asleep in your bed, and I'm sure in your arms. She gets to touch your face when you smile. She gets to hold your hand when you walk down the street with her. She gets to feel your arms around her. I get nothing. Nothing at all.
I missed out on all that. I haven't had it since. All the things I wished for, that I thought I had found in you...all those things are gone.
I wanted someone to open the door for me. Someone to pull out my chair. I wanted someone to dance with me. I like to dance. Slow. To be held. I like that and I wish for that so much. Someone to know what I was thinking. Someone who knew just when I needed a hug. I wanted someone to care. I wanted someone to care about me. To love me. I wanted you to love me. And you didn't. You didn't.
Posted by Damos on June 9, 2005, at 17:03:40
In reply to You Don't Know Me, posted by AdaGrace on June 5, 2005, at 23:16:59
His loss Gracie not yours. Doubt he has any idea just how much he's missing.
It's amazing how it's the simplest of things like having someone to curl up on the couch with that we miss the most. I know I do. Never really had it but I miss it. Sharing a house with another warm body doesn't cut the mustard when it comes right down to it. Doesn't even come close. How do we create these lives for ourselves where all the beautifull things we long and hope for aren't possible. I just don't understand why we choose to live these lives of quiet (or not so quiet) desperation. I really don't and I'm so tired of living mine.
Posted by AdaGrace on June 10, 2005, at 10:20:00
In reply to Re: You Don't Know Me » AdaGrace, posted by Damos on June 9, 2005, at 17:03:40
I spend half my time waiting for this life to be over so the better one can begin. The other half I waste on trying to better the life I have, but going about it the wrong ways. I don't know, it's just hard sometimes, you know?
Heavy Sigh
Posted by Damos on June 11, 2005, at 23:33:46
In reply to Re: You Don't Know Me » Damos, posted by AdaGrace on June 10, 2005, at 10:20:00
Yeah I do Gracie, and I guess having a Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds CD on repeat the entire day yesterday is a sure sign that my life isn't exactly humming along eiter. I look at my domestic situation and just plain despair. Sorry things aren't good for you Gracie I really am.
Posted by anastasia56 on June 14, 2005, at 19:26:01
In reply to Re: You Don't Know Me » AdaGrace, posted by Damos on June 11, 2005, at 23:33:46
as brad pitt said on tv the other nite "as far as i know, we only go around once..."
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