We’re all terrible people with angry jealous souls that want nothing more than to be with the ones we love. There’s this feeling in the pit of my stomach that gnaws at me every night I end up sleeping alone and I can’t blame anyone but myself and you. We together put me through this every night for weeks on end until the miles become so few that we are one. But the relief is fleeting, for the miles return and the unsettling feeling returns and I can’t help but spend sleepless nights worrying and worrying until my mind is coated in poison and nothing but terrible thoughts travel through my nerves and every inch of my skins itches with anxiety laced with jealousy.
When the miles are gone and we are one, I’m elated. Those appalling feelings cease to exist, but its only temporary. For a brief moment everything is perfect, and that’s how every moment I spend with you feels. Your presence is a divine gift but your absence is a living hell. I can carry the weight of all of this anxiety but I can only carry it for so long before the weight of it all comes crashing down and breaks my back. I see you and me together and that’s all I ever see and when we aren't together and nothing until we are reunited and then I just see us and I can't get out of this continuous mindset.
These thoughts keep repeating themselves in my head, playing out and projecting themselves on the movie screen for everyone to see, and I don’t even charge admission but I should because if I don’t get to profit off of my emotions than why the fuck am I doing this to myself?
But at the end of it all, all it takes is a 50 second phone call to make everything better, and I can rest for the day and no longer worry about anything. No matter what you have this power about you to diffuse all those negative emotions.