I don't know how to describe this aching loneliness, this empty hole in me when you leave. It makes my chest seize and my breath grow short, almost as if you are my air. This can't be healthy, this desire to grab your hand right, press close to you and never leave. Is it something damaged in my mind? Something broken in me? I can't breathe when you leave. I can't concentrate when you're gone. A panic seizes me, like a child losing its mother. What are you doing to me?
