She pays for the bread and she goes.

How am I to go without seeing you for a week and a half. Please call me so I can hear your voice. You say we need to get used to it, for next year. Fuck my life, I don't want this to happen. I don't want you to go away, and I don't want me to stay. At least I'll have Daniel with me next week, a cuddle buddy that I've missed. (If he is not too old for that). But I will miss you. I always do. I can be having the time of my life, yet you're still in the back of my mind. I seriously don't think you know how much I need you. I'm putting your picture in my suitcase. I'm pathetic. I might even take my bear. You having a job? Not working for me. Is it sad that when I smell you on my pillows, I burry my face is that spot and just breathe you in until I fall asleep? I'll answer that myself. Almost as sad that when I see a house decorated with lights, I think of ours. It's nice knowing who you're going to marry. I just hope that it's you.