Yeah I'm pathetic. I can't remember the last time I missed someone. But this one, I miss. It's bullshit really. Shouldn't I be embarrassed that I'm home alone really just waiting for a message, or better yet, the salvation of a single note sounding from the front door. Only, one neighborhood North of here, a fifteen minute walk maximum, he has to be with his friends and fellow musicians to play upon his other love, the six-string harp. And I'm being overdramatic. Absolutely, positively, with no attempts to deny it, I am getting myself down over something silly. Something truly trivial, because last night was only the first night I hadn't spoken to him, and it was the first night I realized that if I don't see him I do get a little lonely.

I miss him, because he treats me better than I ever imagined anyone would. When he's with me, all he wants is to make sure I'm happy. My god, I should be dancing, not sulking.