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2001-07-06 - 1:42 p.m.
...and you wake up.
and she's there..and you hope she'll be there the next day. You know she will be, and it keeps you going, the thought of her in your arms, of her lips on yours, her arms around your waist.
Sometimes she can't keep her hands off of you, and wants to be held by you, loved by you, and wrapped up so tightly she can't breathe.
you live for those times.
other times, you want her affection so badly, and it's not there....and it's like drinking a coke with ice, and getting down to the last watery bit....
and you let the ice melt a bit...hoping that you can drink up enough watered down coke, enough to feel satiated....enough.
but it's not enough and you reach your tongue into the glass, ice clinking off of your teeth, cold and dry...not enough to bother swallowing.
and you hope she's not doing it on purpose because you need that affection no more than you ever have.