every pain.

salam.

clare:it's hard being left behind.i wait for henry,not knowing where he is,wondering if he's ok.it's hard to be the one who stays.
i keep myself busy.time goes faster that way.
i go to sleep alone and wake up alone.i talks walk.i work until i'm tired.i watched the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter.everything seems simple until u think about it.why love intensified by absence?.

long ago men went to sea.and women waited for them,standing at the edge of the water,scanning for the horizon for the tiny ship.now i wait for henry.he vanishes unwillingly without warning.i wait for him.each moment that i wait feels like a year,an eternity.each moment is as slow and transparent as glass.through each moment i can see infinite moments lined up,waiting.why has he gone where i cannot follow?

taken from the time traveler's wife

me:i spent a little time pondering what he will say if i utter those words to him.i guess he must have a line or two,words that will melt my heart like those snow flakes kissed by sunlight in winter months.

for the first time in 6 years.....i cant wait for winter to arrive.