All she ever dreams about is the day she will be touched by someone who cares about her as much as she cares about him.
She knows that would lighten her spirits immensely after years of desolate isolation.
She knows she’s only cranky as of right now because there is no one coming her way to fulfill this dream any time soon.
Friends ask her how she does it with years upon years of nothingness.
She doesn’t know how, anymore, for soon it might get the best of her when she least expects it if nothing can happen.
If she could have it for one day, one day would at least get her by. One day is what’s keeping her alive.
I know they would rather spend more time than one day, but one day for now, would be okay.
The thought of how One Day would be are the best of dreams.
One Weekend. Let’s make this happen. One Weekend. I know it would seem like just a quick thing since that’s all the time we have with our schedules at the moment, but we both know it’s not that and I’m willing to accept that we could only hang out for one weekend if it were to happen right now.
I need something good to happen in my life. Something good. This would be the answer.
My two favorites and I can’t see either of them: my dog or him.