mct

So it's a rainy, gloomy day in Toronto ... and I'm back home at my house - alone . whitewidow's flight should be taking off soon - I saw her less than an hour ago as she walked to the security check. I haven't thought about anything but her since then ... the ride home, the run to the coffee shop and when I got home. I caught myself looking at the passenger seat in my car when I got in it hoping that she'd be there. Even my dog misses her ... she kept looking back at the door as I walked in obviously looking to see if Candace was walking in behind me.
I guess I really just miss her a lot already ... and I know this is love ... it just hurts a lot sometimes.

For Candace when she gets home: