The Fit

For the past two days, I've had the worse headache. Mainly in the center of my forehead.

Everytime I turn around a feel pressure in that area. I didn't want to take pain medicine 

because I thought I would let it go away by itself.  It didn't.

So naturally I'm feeling sick and want some attention and a hug to feel better. 

I called Pepe at work to see what time he was going to come over and see me. 

Usually he gets off early on Fridays so we spend the afternoon together. 

I don't know what was wrong with me and I should have felt better with him just being there,

but I kept throwing a fit for any little thing. Deep down inside I felt bad but couldn't shake it. 

I know that he needed to be home to take care of his new business venture 

(that's another post), but instead came over to deal with my sour mood self.  : ) 

And that's why no matter what mood I am in- good, bad, whiney, depressed, extatic

(I am just all over the place)  I know he will always be the perfect fit for me. 

Thank you baby.