Argh... I hate it that every car I hear drive by or park close to the house makes me poke my head out of the window hoping it's him. No wonder I want to get out of the house.. the sound of cars approaching the house are all at once an exciting and dreadful noise.
I want to be pleasantly surprised if he comes home... I don't want to be expecting it. Because I'm still expecting/hoping I'm getting constantly disappointed.. and no one is doing it to me but myself. I feel like a balloon that has no more room for deflation. Pathetic.
Also... I wish my posts would update faster... I keep checking but it seems to take awhile. That's ok.. I understand the reason for it. I just have to acquire more patience.
No wonder I want to get out of the house.. the sound of cars approaching the house are all at once an exciting and dreadful noise.
