Vacation

I'm becoming increasingly more convinced that The Boyfriend and I should take a well needed vacation to Rome, Italy, France, and the UK. A beautiful month long journey through those countries; a week in each. Just us, together, with nothing but the clothes on our backs and the money we brought. Staying in low rent hotels and wandering the streets visiting cozy cafes and amazing art galleries. I want to buy clothes that actually fit and spend hours in bliss with the one person on this earth that could induce such paradise.

But we are without the funds to do so. Let alone opperatunity.
Which blows harder than a broke crack whore with withdrawal.
*sigh*

I wish we had a night together, watching movies and stars, talking about sweet nothings. And kisses that make the sky explode with color my eyes have never seen. But that night cannot be had, and it's some what discouraging.

I have this wonderful being as mine, finally, and I dont get my time with him. Damned law. Damned work. Damned anything that's keeping us apart. Just damn.