I’m not the only person who feels alone. In my heart of hearts I know I’m not REALLY alone anyway; I have plenty of friends I could talk to. But this kind of loneliness sits right below the skin. It’s restless, uneasy, and troubled. I haven’t been content since you left. The fleeting moments here and there when I get to talk to you, hear your voice, they’re like running cold water over a burn. It soothes the pain for a little while, but when it’s over and the water’s turned off it seems to hurt worse than it did before.
Living without my best friend, my other half, it’s torture. I wasn’t cut out for this. All I want to do is curl up in the crook of your arm and rest my head on your chest and fall asleep without my mind running circles around itself.