Addicted

I feel like a junky searching for some sort of communication from you. Have you forgotten about me my king? Have you pulled away even farther? Am I to continue on this path alone forever? I know that you can not give me all that I require. I know that I told you I would let you be alone if that is what you wanted, but I'm addicted to you. I rush home to look at all of my email accounts and then all of our blogs to see if you have left a morsel for me. I need a temporary fix, something that will hold me over for the next couple of hours...It's been almost an entire day without some word from you.

Did the walk with the Abbott have something to do with this? Did you suddenly find inner peace? How is your paper coming along? Am I going to be able to read it when you are finished? Is your body healing properly?

The trip to Victoria's Secret was a smashing success, I got 2 new bras, 2 new garter belts, and bunch of different color fish net stockings. I do so love that store...