Something is missing
I was single for so long before him. Years and years. It felt normal. Taking to him and getting to know him and spending time with him felt strange at first. Even after our time together when he went back out on the road I still felt his presence. We were in contact every day, sometimes constantly. I could feel the connection between us. We had become something greater than the sum of our parts. That feeling got stronger after the crash for a while, the irresistible draw that made me get on that first plane, the joy I felt the first time he locked eyes with me and beamed at me after he woke up, the insane happiness I felt the first time he called and we spoke on the phone. And it just got better and better the more time we had together and the more we talked. We were making plans. We were and Us.
Now I’m back to being alone and it feels like there’s a part of my body missing, there’s a part of my soul missing now. I feel broken.