I wake and the first thing that comes to mind is "why the hell don't you just call?" Is it because I couldn't say how much I was thankful for her to be there in my life? Was it the fact that I have always known that she is too damn perfect for me, since I couldn't even do the minimum in the relationship...stay monogamous. I was so lost in the pursuit of everything else, that I forgot I had the best thing in my own arms. She was just too damn perfect. I have been told on several occasions that I don't accept complements well, but it's hard to hear "you're a good man." When you know that you have hurt the person who help to make you the man you are. She may never be the one person I want to read this blog, but she may be the perfect person to know what the blog contains. I miss her everyday and too proud to call her every night. Pride is a beautiful thing...it makes you too dumb to listen and too happy to know that you were completely wrong the whole time.
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