Just to set things straight....

For the last post....don't think that I'm a drug user.

Okay, do you really want to know why I did that?
do you even know what I did?

If you didn't, here's to put it short: I wanted to go to sleep so I took some Nyquil Night. The ultimate medicine that makes me crash.

So you know the how, but do you know the why?

Of course you don't. Otherwise you wouldn't be reading this far into this dumb thing.

Well, you may see me complain in type here, but do you actually see what I do when I truly am missing Demon? Again, of course you don't. Unless you're one of my real friends, but I doubt that. I sincerely do.

So, here's a pic of me when I'm missing Demon: Imagine the look of a basset hound that makes it look like it's crying. Hence the old Elvis song, You Ain't Nothin' But A Hound Dog. (did you know that that song wasn't Elvis' and he just ripped it off of some person?)

Put that sad look on a person. Okay, not the greatest example. Alright, imagine the anguish of a mama bear when she comes back to her den to find her beloved cubs taken away by hunters who are planning nothing but to kill them or sell them.

Again, different concept, but same emotions.

Demon says he misses me too, but he doesn't understand.
He doesn't understand how I feel about all this.
I was told when I was like five that when I grew up, I had this talk a lot with my older sister having a lot of bf's since she was in her teens, that I would grow up, meet a guy in high school, blush when I see him in the halls at school, and go out on dates with him. And one day he would sit with me at lunch or invite me over to his place. He'd ask me to be his girlfriend, no matter what his friends said, no matter what clique he was in.

I didn't get that.

Demon....he's the best thing that has EVER happened to me. I can't remember when someone has made me so happy in all my freakin' LIFE.
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.........but sometimes...........
I can't help but think of what things might have been like if we had met in the same school, or if we lived closer.

I wish that we COULD have done what I had imagined.

Here's what we do: Every two weeks, he comes to my house after a three hour drive and it takes us an hour to hug and say how we missed each other. Then, we get only a day to have a date or have a romantic moment. The day zooms by and then we're given a small time to say goodbye. Goodbye before we have to seperate and leave each other for another week or two, sometimes more.

A date every two weeks..........not what I imagined.

So the next time, if any of my readers sees does this, that you go to school, and hug on one of your many bfs/gfs, and you can't remember the last thought you shared about them or what's the last romantic thing you talked about, remember that there are loves out there that can't be as close as you, and that you should, I don't know, appreciate what you got.

You won't always have it, and so all we can do is appreciate.

-Angel