I Hate Missing Someone.

I still have this sickness in the pit of my stomach every time he enters my mind, which is quite frequently. I get so attached, and it's hard, nearly impossible, for me to break that emotional connection once it's begun. Imagining not seeing his smile again is something that I don't even want to fathom in this moment, but I'm sure the pain of the reality of it will pass with time. It's already been over a week, and I wish I could say the tears have stopped, but they haven't. Edwin McCain on the radio on the way home last night pretty much fixed that "no more tears" policy I had with myself. Just ready to stop feeling this way so maybe I can meet someone new who will actually be willing to put in as much as I am, someone who wants to love and wants to be loved. I seem to keep meeting the ones who think the idea sounds great at first, but then decide that's not what they want. Typical men.