another friday night... used to mean so much... about half a year ago weekend was the only time when I could be with Tim... started to count the days on sundays and by thursdays was shaking with excitement, craving for the next night to finally come... and then i was happy.
now weekends mean nothing... neither the weekdays... it's all gone.. we just meet occasionally, and if the circumstances are right, i get a few hours of love... and then the cold mornings, emptiness, friendship... as if nothing happened the night before... but what is nothing for him is everything for me.