Meaning of L.O.V.E. (10)
Just a little update.
-Mark-
The day's felt endless. The mornings felt unbearable. The weekends felt even worse. If you asked me two months ago what love meant, I wouldn't be able to tell you. But now I've been sick with it, sick with every ounce of love. And I'm not complaining.
I just want them back.
I want my girls back.
I want to open the door of Rose's house and see Aleigha running down the hall yelling "Marky, Marky Marky".
I want to see Rose in the kitchen making dinner for us. I want us to be gathered around the table talking about our days. Like a family.
-Rose-
The sound of cars, buses, taxis, and people were muffled behind the thick glass of my apartment. I placed my hand on the window feeling the cold weather, wanting to reach out and grab the snowflakes.
I grasped reality again and looked down at the bills in front of me.
"LATE" and "OVERDUE" were in red stamped letters on most of them. I was frustrated. I wanted to scream or cry or do something. But, I kept it all to myself. Aleigha was asleep in her bed and I didn't want to wake her.
I wanted something reassuring. I wanted something I could lean on, something I could rely on. Love. I know it's cheesy and all that crap. But it's true.
I felt like I couldn't trust anything nor anyone till Mark. And I hate to admit it, but I miss him.
This. Officially. Sucks.
The day's felt endless. The mornings felt unbearable. The weekends felt even worse. If you asked me two months ago what love meant, I wouldn't be able to tell you. But now I've been sick with it, sick with every ounce of love. And I'm not complaining.
I just want them back.
I want my girls back.
I want to open the door of Rose's house and see Aleigha running down the hall yelling "Marky, Marky Marky".
I want to see Rose in the kitchen making dinner for us. I want us to be gathered around the table talking about our days. Like a family.
-Rose-
The sound of cars, buses, taxis, and people were muffled behind the thick glass of my apartment. I placed my hand on the window feeling the cold weather, wanting to reach out and grab the snowflakes.
I grasped reality again and looked down at the bills in front of me.
"LATE" and "OVERDUE" were in red stamped letters on most of them. I was frustrated. I wanted to scream or cry or do something. But, I kept it all to myself. Aleigha was asleep in her bed and I didn't want to wake her.
I wanted something reassuring. I wanted something I could lean on, something I could rely on. Love. I know it's cheesy and all that crap. But it's true.
I felt like I couldn't trust anything nor anyone till Mark. And I hate to admit it, but I miss him.
This. Officially. Sucks.
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