Saturday, September 22, 2007
It's gotta be the music.
Buddha, the trucker dude, has been gone for about 10 days and I have been busy and not missing him or anything else in all that time.
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Until just a few minutes ago, when I caught some country music on TV just before I turned it off for the night, and suddenly I missed him.
I had to think about this. Him, or someone?
Fuck me. I must be getting soft in my old age.
He will be really surprised when I tell him this, because we'd already talked about breaking up. Like, the day after he went on his last road trip. I think he knew I was unhappy with him, because he brought it up. "Do you still want to see me when I get back?"
But I would rather be with him tonight and NOT be getting up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to handle hotel guests.
Never happy, am I?
It will pass.