I wish you were here.

To listen to my whims and complaints,
to approve of me being childish,
the way youv lend me all your patience,
let me throw tantrum for "awhile".

I miss the way you tell me:
" did anybody bully you? if you're so unhappy , just quit,
I'll take care of you."

And I'll always tell you at the end...
I can do it. Don't worry about me my dear.
Everybody needs to work.
Stress is part and parcel of daily life, not to say my job.
I shouldn't complain so much.

I should count my blessings.
Life's already been good to me.
I have great friends, fabulous girlfriends and a loving boyfriend right?

=)

I even miss quarreling with you.



I
miss
you.