I have a case of the post seeing her blues. Every time that we part I know that it will be a while until I see her again and I get down. There is no chance of a random encounter, everything has to be planned out, and it makes me miss her. I know she just sits in that new place and I am just sitting her at night, I wish we were just sitting together. I hate that damn empty bed, I just want to hold her and be held myself.


Me 27, W26
T-12 M-4
SEP 4/29/08
Holding
250 miles
Awaiting
Support
Current