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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

I am so in love with the idea, that I can pop my head down from the top of the bunk bed and watch you sleep or smile at me. It was nice. Watching you sleep and wake.

I had you all weekend, in fact, I was with you since last Wednesday. The time spent was lovely and quick.

Then, the withdrawals kick in. It is like one moment I am watching your chest rise and fall to your own breathing, and the next, you're a 5 hours flight away from me.

That is not very nice. It is unpleasant. My inner stage-5 clinger tells me that you're gone fall too long, that as my cells grow and die, your touch wouldn't be lingering around my body anymore. I need you. I crave you.