Missing someone is a funny thing. You know you're going to see them, and you usually know how long it's going to be until you do. So the emotion in itself is really pretty irrational to begin with--but then, aren't all emotions?--and then it becomes more so, almost exponentially, with time.
Right now I'm missing a lot of people, but one in particular who's in another time zone. And at this point, it's gotten so irrationally bad that I can't sleep. Even after 9 hours in the car. Even after backpacking 35 miles since Friday. Even after...
After what? My mind is going so fast, and so unbearably slow, that I keep getting lost. So very much has happened, these last few weeks. There have been few to share it with, and little normalcy. So maybe this missing, this irrationality, is heightened by the fact that, could I stop missing him, companionship, certainly, and normalcy, probably, would come with it.
Anyway. If it weren't about a thousand degrees and pitch black, I would probably go running, then eventually find sleep. As it is, I'm going looking... minus the run.
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that's funny; i miss kevin too :)
well, i guess i miss you too. and running with you, but mostly just you.
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