He came to see me at work today.
I wasn't there.
He was five minutes early.
I miss him. Just saw him yesterday. Big difference between seeing and seeing though.
I need some of those kisses.
When he does stuff like that, I wanna drop the "L" word.
At the end of every day when I text him goodnight, I want to say "Good night baby. I **** you. Sweet dreams."
And in the morning, when I wish him a beautiful day: Good morning snugglemuffin. Have a great day. I **** you. Kiss the kids for me.
Other times I snap out of my non-reality before the clouds cover my dream world. I know I can't say it. The best I can do is offer first to cook for him, second to bring something. If he's not hungry, I offer my presence and my kisses that he's come to expect.
But I can't say the realest thing on my mind.
Donny Hathaway can. And Stevie can. But C. Noelle is at a loss for words.
What if I do say it and he didn't even expect it (even after six months) and it freaks him out and he won't answer my calls? Then what?
And nothing hurts.