One Year…

 One year ago, Lady Love was here…we were in a jacuzzi suite. One year ago today was the second last day that I made love. 

The last few days have been harder on me than I thought that they would be. 

Tomorrow I will be depressed. 

I shouldn’t be…but I will be.

~Just once, I wish my brain and my heart were on the same team.~

Anonymous.