infatuated

Published December 5, 2012 by 51percentawesome

My stomach knots, my heart pounds. Something is wrong.

I wake early, from disturbed dreams. My thoughts circle. I can’t concentrate on the things I need to do. I miss you.

My goals converge on one point. I listen to the words coming out of my mouth, and curse each time I say your name. I want to be with you.

Its time for you to go, my heart drops. I linger, wishing I was more in control. My normal joys are dulled. I love you.

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