Mood:  sad

You will be leaving the desert soon and coming home.  I wish more than anything you were coming home to me.  But you're not.   It should be me, not her.  Mistakes along the road led us here.  Can't go back to change them.  The future is undetermined at this point.

You tell me you're coming for me and I believe you.  I don't know if I have the patience to wait it out though.  I want what I want, when I want it.  I am trusting you to keep your promise. 

 I'm in love with you.  I will wait for you.  Please come for me.

Posted by Kristene at 5:20 AM EDT

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