2008-07-14 - 7:27 a.m. - Search the Depths of One-ness, and not in a good way
Yeah, so I had this range, in my head, of How Bad It Would Be Without TK. It kind of ranged from 1) Monkeyboy runs wild and I end up screaming a lot, to 7) Complete nervous breakdown.
This is the point where most people write about how they realize they're stronger then they really are and overcome seemingly gargantuen obsticles, and oh, I my spouce is there and makes me feel good, but I realized I don't [i]really[/i] need them. Well I don't have that speach to write.
I can say that the whole experience of TK being gone isn't as bad as driving me to a nervous breakdown (yet,) but it definately falls above the minimum threshold of misery I'd expected.
I've taken to keeping a Google Maps picture of the hotel she's been staying at on my desktop, as well as a current update of the time and temperature for her trip to India. I check her myspace page constanly for her updates and peruse again and again through the pictures she uploads. I look at the pictures of her and ache for her return. I see her and smile, but also feel myself hurting. She's not [i]here[/i] and she's not anywhere where I can get ahold of here.
She said I'd be fine. She believes I'll be alright. I don't know. Any longer then two weeks and I just know what would happen.
Mindar is sorry for the inconvenience.
