it's amazing how pessismestic you can be when you're alone. tonight is my first night without Andrew since we've been married. granted we've only been married two months (yesterday), but still.
it's odd, this. you wonder what to do to occupy your time. you think differently when watching a film, or admiring your newly delivered china.
the wind is still blowing as much as it did when he was on the other couch, but tonight it seems louder. the house is as quiet as it is when he's next to me, but tonight it's quieter, and the noises are louder.
i think when i was single, i wrote alot more, cause i get much more lyrical when i'm 'alone'. of course i know Andrew returns tomorrow. of course i realise that it's only a few hours.
but it's lonely. and i miss him.