I think we both were trying to see, just how long we could live without each other. The answer is two days, and I feel I shall be supported when I say, let's not do this again.
No matter how, why, where or when I don't think my heart can stand the loss, and my future husband better not give a toss about you joining us on our honeymoon (You can bring your own man along to spoon) for without you I'd surely swoon and stare longingly at the moon, leaving him to enjoy the nuptial bed in singularity. I require my beautiful blonde to bring me clarity.
**** it, I'm trying to say I miss you.
This poem is directed to one person on this site, sorry if I've wasted your reading. My Charla, I can't wait for you to come back to me. Have an awesome time and I love you forever <3