I should tell him he was all I ever wanted, and that I was afraid to live with that.
I should tell him how he made my heart beat so loud I couldn't hear nothing else.
I should tell him that the way he felt about me was more than just important.
I should tell him I love him, still. Like breathing, I'm loving. Him. Only him.
I should probably say how I cry everynight and how my entire body aches in his abssence.
I should also pick up the courage to say this looking in his eyes.
There are so many things I sould be doing but in the end I'm here still silent, sitll lonly, still dying from this love.
There are many things I could do but all I really do is lay in my bed pretending his not gone, just before daylight opens with its brightness my wounded heart.
Let me drink to that! And happy birthday, Nattie. 'Cause I really love you so!
* Dealing with the hangover heartbreak...
