Missing You

Its Wednesday, and I can't wait for the week to be over with. I have no motivation today, but I am forcing myself to at least blog, as it requires less physical effort than cleaning the house or doing the laundry.

Yesterday I did not get to see my love, he had to spend the majority of the afternoon getting a tire repaired and then had to head out of town for work. Normally I get to see him before he leaves, but because of the tire issue I did not. He will be gone until Friday, I like when he travels because we can talk as much as we want on the phone, which is always a plus. But the downside is obvious; he is not here. He will not be coming home until Friday, and then there is the weekend. Knowing that there is a possibility that I may or may not see him until Monday of next week is really, really frustrating.

Its moments like this morning that make me wish that we were together. It is raining outside, and I am physically exhausted. Every inch of my body aches, and all I want to do is climb back in bed. I long for him to be here with me; for him to slip under the covers and hold each other while it rains.

Last night when I went out with my friend, I thought of him. When I picked out a new piece of lingerie, I dreamed of a special occasion to wear it. Even though we are still not having sex, I thought of him ripping this new thing off of me and worshiping my body. **sigh** I just miss him, he is all I have been thinking about.