And then, despite it all

(read previous posts first so this makes sense, or maybe it won't...)

I called Tom in my i-don't-give-a-shit voice to find out when he's going to be home since he left at 11 and it's after 6 and I thought he was only going to be gone for a couple hours... he said he's on his way home.

Then I started shaking.. oops forgot to eat. Ate some cheese and my bad mood melted away a bit... funny about cheese that way..

And besides... how can I stay maddddd... when he looks like this when he sleeps:

Innocence floats to the surface
as eyes drift shut
I love you
might not be enough