When are we going to meet?
I miss. longing for someone who has not been named. someone who knows where we are. someone who has written in my destiny. the man who would become a priest. the father of my children. I miss him, I miss his arms, I miss his smile, said words are wise, warm body, shoulders, lips, hands, eyes, and I really miss him.
When are you going to meet? tomorrow? the day after tomorrow? next week? next month? next year? when?
Behold, I am always waiting faithfully and patiently, waiting for a handsome guy with a god send his patience, maturity, loyalty, intelligence, reliability, great faith, and love me and my children. I faithfully waiting for the good times arrive. I miss you badly.
