browncroft road

i cried on my way home from work today. i think its been building up inside of me for a while. missy came in last night and after we left her with andrea, george and i got to talking about things now missed. she speculated about what it is that makes me so guarded when it comes to my own personal life. i opted for honesty rather than glossing over the conversation - love is waking up just to watch him get ready for work. even if it means i have to fall back asleep to catch some zzz's before my own alarm goes off. being in love is watching the clock and missing him even when i know he's just at work, because i miss just being able to be near him. just to watch him be himself. i don't think love is experienced the same every time. and i think if you're lucky, you fall in love maybe once or twice and if you let it go, its gone. now i don't know, maybe i'm crazy and i'm clearly not free of the past but i don't think we get lucky with love that many times in our lives. i don't think that god sends us more than a few right people and a few chances with those people. and if i was honest, i would say that i think i'm all run out of chances.

i took today's shot while driving home. the sky was doing something fantastic and there is something about this road that always catches my eye.

yesterday.