What's so funny?

Because I truly don't know, it escapes me completely.................

The one thing I do know is that I shouldn't be putting these thoughts down, I should wait for my baby to come home so I can speak to him. I just need him so much tonight and I thank fate or whatever for bringing us together; and I know it's wrong to need him during such times and I should be stronger and be able to deal with such stuff on my own but, hey that's just me. He loves me for who I am and I love him because he's my everything; with him there is no fear, with him there is nothing but happiness and comfort - I need comfort. I need a friendly face..........

He shouldn't have to pick up the pieces, no one should ever have a need to pick up pieces; it's just so apathetic it could collapse within its own sorrowfulness. And yes, I'm way too sensitive for my own good and yes, I get hurt way too easily and I just don't know. That was the root of the problem, I just didn't know, it was the truth and it's all I ever expect in return; maybe it was the truth? Maybe these are our very own rehearsals for departure? Maybe this is the way it was meant to be? And how it was meant to end? The end will come soon enough anyway, I don't know; I guess you take what life gives you and try and make the best of it whilst it lasts, well that's my theory anyway, others may view it differently............

I need my baby so much for all the wrong reasons and that's not funny.