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In a couple more years you will get used to it... Otherwise I recommend a Giant Alaskan Malamute... The Mute will take up the space and become your very best pal in the whole world... You take the Mute for walks and women go gaga over giant dog... Bed gets filled... there are more details that I left out... Puppy Mute...always the women go goofy over this puppy... Adult Mute... Hell she will be impressed it has not eaten you yet.. I've got one of those, he's a bed hog but still a pretty good friend. |
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Maybe it is just one of those nights ..... I find myself sitting here staring at the empty other side of the bed, finding nothing but a cold spot where I wonder if someone shouldn't be there. Maybe it is because it has been empty for so long. I feel kind of weird with these feelings in my head. Wondering if alone is really that bad yet yearning for someone to lay next to. Wishing I had that last call at the end of the day, that one person that I wake up thinking about and go to sleep to dream about. Is it weird for a guy to think like this? Is it normal for a man to find himself wondering why being alone had been so great and free, then all of a sudden in an instant looking around realizing that alone isn't really as great as he thought? Maybe just having that person to stare at and watch sleep next to you is what I miss. That extra arm wrapped around you at night. The breath on the back of your neck letting you know that someone is there. Wondering if that extra pillow you always end up tossing off the bed shouldn't have another person's head resting on it. Dreaming about you, holding your hopes and dreams close to them just because they care and want the best for you. Or maybe..... just maybe.... I need some more sleep. You, my friend, are definitely not the only one who feels this way. Right before I close my eyes, in that last few moments before sleep takes over, is when it hurts the most. |
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I used to do that...then I just made up friends in my head, and with them all I'm never alone. That, and his collection of blow up dolls. They help too. I only have a half-dozen...hardly a collection! |
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