{ friday thoughts }

Weekends used to be a fun time.

Filled with either being home and being the happy, normal Kaylee.  Full of hope, joy, and deep down contentment.

Or filled with kayaking, coffee, laughs, and late night movies with him.

They used to be so relaxing, and exciting.  Peaceful, yet full of life.

Now.  Now I dread them.

I dread the extra thinking time.  

I dread having more time to let the weight of this lay on me.  I dread remembering him more, and just wishing that we had worked.  That we could talk.  Even just one more time.

To tell him I've changed.  I feel like a different person.  That I want us to try one more time.

And I want to hear him.  See him.  Have him tell me what's going on in his mind. 

Because I just want him.  

I want our weekends, our Fridays, back,