This isn't how its suppose to be...

how did we end up here?
Frustrated, anxious, alone and constantly wondering when will the joy begin.
there are days when i crave the attention.
i do have other things to do, there is laundry that needs to be ironed, socks that need to be folded and clean shirts to be put away. but isn't that all much better done in natural light as opposed to fluorescent light?
i'm trying to reach out to you, but you're not listening. you're busy.
and i'm on hold.
but i knew you were going to be busy, so i have to be understanding.
i would move heaven and earth, part the oceans, to be with you - with just that inkling that you need me.
i'm reaching out and i'm being ignored.
the conversation shook me.
the news i've received the past 24 hours are still unnerving me.
hell, i'm just recovering.
i guess i can busy myself in my useless tasks, but the nagging feeling won't go away. it can't.
only because i want to talk to you.
to hear the reassurance in your voice, that this too will pass and we'll be ok.
maybe i'll just go to bed. maybe i can go to work early tomorrow and talk to my friend.
:)
maybe she won't put me on hold