Apple® releases the greatest iPhone® yet, with the new iPhone 4S, featuring Apple’s new Dual-Core A5 chip, iOS 5 and the revolutionary Siri™ Voice Recognition Interface.
I miss you, Theresa.
Losing you is the worst thing that has ever happened to me and I saw a man die once. I could say that I’d rather be dead than live without you, but I already am. Dead in every way that matters. I may be alive but I’m certainly not living. Not anymore. Not without you.
You’re all I think about, even in my dreams but they’re not just dreams, they’re memories.
Some nights I lay down in my hotel room and suddenly it’s fifteen years ago and you’re picking me up from the airport after my first long business trip. We are so excited to see each other. We both have tears in our eyes and we make love right there in the airport parking garage in the backseat of our 1987 Plymouth Colt Vista.
Some nights I lay down and I’m in the kitchen of our first apartment on Spruce St. It’s 7:30am and I’m tiptoeing through our kitchen. I want to surprise you with breakfast in bed. I keep burning the pancakes until you wake to the sound of the smoke alarm. I’m so frustrated I punch a dent into the freezer door. You laugh as your kiss my red knuckles and tell me to turn off the stove. You touch my face. You sit at our thrift store kitchen table and you eat every single one of those burnt pancakes and with every bite you tell me you love me. You tell me I’m all you ever wanted. You tell me that I’m your whole heart and that you’ll never hurt me and that you’ll never go away. You say all these things, and I believe every one of them.
Then I wake up it’s gone. That moment is gone the dream is gone my youth is gone and you are gone, Theresa. I’m alone is some bed bug shit shack motel with nothing keeping me company but a liver that hurts to the touch and ever painful palpation reminding me of how much I have lost. Of how I’ve lost you.
It’s too painful to dream so I try to outrun it. If I don’t sleep I can’t dream. I don’t sleep but’s not the cocaine that keeps me awake at night. It’s the dread.
The iPhone 4S is available at authorized Apple retailers and will be gone someday just like the only women you’ve ever loved.
I miss you, Theresa.
I miss you.
-Dan Dringle
