Fodder

My fingers have stuff in them, but they're not really relating the message to my brain. So I don't really know what to say. Blog fodder is always there. I just don't always know what to say about it. So we watched a movie last night at my house. Gotta love film noir. I doubt there are many people who would consider an evening watching TCM fun, but we do.

And I'm always thinking of how we're dressed the same and we both want the same food and the same movies. But then he wants to go and I want him to stay. But not for the reason you're thinking. I just want someone to want to sleep next to me and make me feel like I matter; make me feel like I'm cared for in a way that no one else gets. I realize that's more than I'm going to get by a long ways. Actions may speak louder than words, but they don't speak louder than what's inside, and I know that as well or better than everyone else.

Long story short, I had a great time last night. And then I went back to The Middle by myself. Again.