Love makes people do strange things...
For me it's sitting alone in my office after work hours, trying to bury myself in work but failing surely.
I want to go home, but home seems to have another meaning lately.
I want to go back to the house and find Angel either sitting on the couch attempting to pass the time watching some soap opera that she doesn't care about as she waits for me to come home, Or maybe I'll find her in the darkness of our kitchen grovelling food like the foodie she is...
These thought brings back memories, and with this memories come feelings and with said feelings comes longing which only ends with sadness.
It's no longer the same. Nothing is. I slept with my daughter, then got engaged to Nora.
Angel doesn't wait up for me, she hardly acknowledges my presence, she's hardly ever there...on the other hand, Nora is everywhere.
In my bed, my living space on my phone, my mail, it's crazy! Like a daylight nightmare.