Tu me manques

It’s such a mixed feeling of excitement, longing, and frustration when all you want to do is be with someone and they want to be with you yet you can’t be together. And I don’t mean “be together,” as a couple or in love. I mean physically be together. Body next to body, hands and legs intertwined, resting under rustled sheets. Tragically, you have the fluttering, heart racing knowledge that someone out there cares about you and all the while, you also have that sinking, melancholy ball of defeat in the pit of your stomach because you are somehow still alone. And there’s just so many reasons you’re not with one another. It’s the time, the place, the weather, other people. But the reason doesn’t matter really, does it? Because, for the time being, you have this impassable problem where everything is broken in a thousand pieces yet bursting at the seams simultaneously. It’s all so very big that your head just cannot fully understand how this can be happening in such close quarters, under your fragile ribcage in your tender heart.

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