I miss being waited for,
For someone to wait for me when I get home to call them, or be with them.
Then if I dont come home at my normal time, get into some meaningless small argument that end in us both laughing and cuddling, I miss that.
When I get home, all I have waiting for me now, is unfinished homework, and dishes.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Waited.
By GraveLove at 7:29 PM
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