Andrew always surprised me with music. He used it to express himself, to say the things he couldnt put into words. So often he would just go over to the cds on the shelf, find what he was looking for, put it in the player, smile at me, and place a gentle kiss on the side of my neck. The day Andrew played this song for me we were in bed, as we always were it seemed, wrapped in each others arms. My head rested on his chest, while he traced the freckles on my back. I loved to fall asleep this way, but that day right before i drifted off to sleep I heard Andrew whisper: God, I love you Lo. As I lie here alone in our bed listening to this song I silently cry and let the tears fall onto my pillow. Its been 3 weeks since he left me and each day is getting longer and longer. Im spending more time in this bed trying to feel close to him, but Im losing him. That warmth I used to feel in our bed is fading to an ice cold pain deep into my core. The smell from his pillow is gone, but that doesnt stop me from searching anyway. Its when i dont find his scent that the tears start to fall...........
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 02:08:15 +0000
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