Some Days

Some days are harder that others.

Today’s been a hard day.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

And there’s so much to think about.

You altered my life in ways you’ll never know.

I miss you.

No one understands.

Life is good.  I am happy.

I still haven’t been to Paris.

I did drive a Ferrari; very fast once.

Sex every day is great.

But here I am still wanting you to want me.

Why was it so hard for us?

When it’s so easy with everyone else?

Today’s been hard.

History says tomorrow will be easier.

But easier means no long thoughts of you.

And through it all, thinking of you

Is what makes me ultimately happy.