I do wonder if all I have learned makes me too smart for my own good. Am I looking for a reason it won't work?
either way I value the limited connection for what it was. passionate fun exciting and now over.
I met someone that seemed to show potential for a real connected relationship. The chemistry was ..WOW.
However rather than waste time on another psychopath I faked a weakness to see how he responded to the information.
I quote he said " oh you should not have told me that!"
Slowly, almost without noticing, it gathers force again until the missing becomes something larger than longing—something you can no longer picture a self without, a presence so woven into the shape of your days that its absence feels like a permanent unfinished sentence.
The craving settles into something quieter but steady: a manageable, persistent want that threads through ordinary moments, a thought that returns without warning yet no longer knocks the breath out of you. Still it never fully leaves.
How.... missing you.
It starts like withdrawal—sharp, physical, an aching need that sits in the chest and won’t let go, the same restless emptiness that follows coming off something your body has learned it cannot do without. Days pass and the edge softens.