It's always nights like tonight where I can't reach out to anyone. Nights where I should be sleeping but it evades me. Nights like tonight usually finish off days like today. Days where I feel like I am pretending to be someone else. Someone who doesn't think like I do, who isn't always frustrating the efforts of my brain. I'm so sick and tired of not having any one to talk to, anyone who understands, anyone who can give me feed back, what I'm really looking for. Bruce, I need you to come home so I can call you on the phone and we can bicker and debate and you can talk some sense into me. So you can push back when I push. So I don't have to hold up both ends of the conversation, so someone else can be the agressor. Thats what I need. Sloppy words scrawled out on crinkled paper just isn't cutting it right now, I need one of those rapid fire conversations where neither of us can hardly get a breath in between words. There just aren't enough people like you in the world for me to be able to make it two years without you. You're it, and you're thousands of miles away.
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