Wednesday, August 1, 2007

When I'm almost home

I always speed. The stoplights are my enemies. My footsteps are quick and I slam doors. Bags and cell phones go flying.

I can't wait to get through the door, to him. No matter what and no matter where, my home is him.

3 comments:

Anam_Kihaku said...

thats love. thats how i feel like with my hubby even if the full moon turns his normal bi-polar into raving werewolve bi-polar.

Alyssajune said...

I feel ya... Even though i hate the bastard sometimes

Absurdity said...

What a beautiful, beautiful thing.