Of course my meeting with my boss this morning has been postponed to tomorrow morning and tomorrow morning it is not going to happen because I have a wedding dress to make and I have an appointment with my psychiatrist.
All day I just wanted to go home, I was so over work. So I binged, lately I live on junk food most days:
Breakfast – Chocolate shortbread puffs + coffee
Lunch – Tub of mini brownie bites + coffee
Dinner – Wine
He’s in New York City and I’m here at home.
He is there for a week working, if all goes well he moves there next year April and I’m here at home.
I hope he goes, I hope he follows his dreams, I hope he achieves all the success in the world and even more.
I hope he walks on the Brooklyn bridge and smiles and thinks about me.
He is there and I am here at home drinking our favourite wine.
I hope New York City loves him and sucks him in whole.
I hope he is happy and he feels the cold breeze on his cheek when running in central park in the morning.
He is there and I am home listening to our favourite songs.
I hope he wears that suit and drinks that fine whisky and goes to that blues club and has a cigar.
I hope he goes shopping in the city streets and smiles because he wishes I was there.
He is there and I am home and I’m going to sleep early.
I hope he goes out tonight and he meets great people and he smiles and he laughs and he feels free.
I hope he orders room service and drinks from the mini bars and writes words about love.
He is there and I am home and I am writing about him, thinking about him, dreaming about him.
I hope he is eating his favourite ice cream and I hope he is buying ties and new work shirts that I will tailor when he comes back home.
I hope he looks at the architecture and art and the beauty of the city and see’s me.
He is there and I am home deciding what to have for dinner.
I hope he sleeps sound tonight and misses me next to him.
I hope he comes home and calls me up first and sees me first and puts me first.