I know how melodramatic it sounds when I say “I can’t live without you.” And you know how much I hate sounding like a drama queen…but I can’t help it, it’s true. There is no life without you. When I’m with you, I’m alive. I crack jokes, I play pranks, I run and jump and climb things. But when you’re not here….
Why is it so hard to function when I’m alone? I sit on my couch, restless and fidgety, desperate for something to keep me busy, yet I can’t seem to summon the energy, the motivation, the inspiration to do anything. And even when I finally manage to guilt myself into doing some chore or project, or someone comes and drags me off the couch and hauls me off to some bar or theatre…even then the restlessness persists. No matter what I do my body keeps crying out for something else. Even when I’m having a blast doing my favorite things and spending time with my favorite people..even then some shadowy paralel version of myself seems to be sitting right behind tearing her hair in frustration and pacing back and forth like a wild animal…desperately screaming at me to stop wasting time and to hurry up and go do something that will make me feel better…
But I can’t.
Because the only thing that will make me feel better is being in your arms. And with you being 4 states away…that is the only thing I can’t do.
….well….that and dinosaur riding. Velociraptors are hard to find in these parts. More of a canadian thing I think.