I’m so desperate for anything and everything from you. Every second. Every word. Every touch.

You have object constancy and a secure attachment. I do not. You don’t know what it’s like to suffer this way.

But I do believe you understand the fear of loss. I could lose you, you could lose me. You’re trusting me to use my coping skills, I’m trusting you to come back. But in that time waiting and hoping, I’m the one suffering.