Whomever

four

Today I can't get her out of my head. I only have tomorrow and then until four o'clock on Friday, then I can see her. We met in a theater club. We only have 16 more weeks. I can only hope that she will speak to me afterwards. It would probably be best if she didn't. She deserves happiness, peace, and complete security. I cannot provide that. He can. Suzanne is perfect and I am flawed. I am young and inexperienced and she has years of experience. I want her to love me but how on earth is that supposed to happen. We only have 16 weeks. 16, then 15, and before we know it, zero. Some day I will say goodbye and never say hello again. I am afraid of what my mind will do, I must stop loving her. I have 16 weeks to stop loving her. I want everything that she is. I want to hold her and smile. I want to come home to her sitting on our couch. I want her traveling with me. To France, Spain, England, Mexico, Porto Rico, and everywhere else. I want her knowledge put to use I want to see her. In all her beauty, her black hair in the wind and her in those damned jeans. Her eyes shifting with her mood and her face flushing. I want to see her when she is experiencing every mood. Every angry scream and every tear that falls. Her wild laugh and her beautiful song. She sings so well and yet she doesn't sing very often. He doesn't deserve her. I don't either. Nobody deserves her because she is Suzanne, perfect, wild, and free.