Some of you may have noticed that I have been MIA this past week. Not to go into detail, but I was unavoidably detained...and that's a bit of an understatement.
It hasn't exactly been a stellar week for me, but it did give me the time to reflect on things as they are in my life and to realize a few very important things about myself.
The main one is this.
During my absence, I missed alot of the people and things in my life. I missed my children. I missed my dog. I missed my bed. I missed my computer. But most of all...I missed HIM.
I missed the long talks on the phone about what essentially amounts to nothing. I missed the sound of his voice, a relaxing cadence of laid back island boy mixed with clipped southern overtones. I missed the way he calls me "sweetie" and "boo"...he's the only person alive I would ever allow to call me "boo". I missed his laugh and his smile...the way it starts off slow and gradually lights up his face...and my world...the way that, even when I can't see his face, I can hear the smile, in his voice, as it spreads...
For the first time in my life I know that it's possible to miss someone so much that it becomes physically uncomfortable. It's an ache. It's a fist that tightens itself around me and squeezes
until I can barely breathe.
I want to touch his hand...
I want to look into his eyes...
I want to wrap my arms around him and not let go...
I want so badly to breathe.