The Final, Unnamed, Stage

So basically, it's been three days without seeing you. I know, we've gone longer than that before, but it's just something about this time that's different. I just can't place it, though.

Maybe it's the fact that this is the first time that you have gone away, and not me. When you went to New York, it was different as we weren't as close as we are now. Nowhere even close. Boy have we come leaps and bounds since then. It pains me to think that visits from you will be far and in between during the coming months, something that I'm not looking forward too.

I guess I'll just have to trust that, in the end, we'll love each other and we'll pull through.

It's been a long three days without you. I miss you visiting me during lunch. I miss being able to get on the train after work with the knowledge that you're waiting to pick me up on the other side. I miss cuddling on the couch and watching a movie with you. I miss walking Cadence with you. I miss... I miss... I miss you, more than anything. I hate being away from you, I hate not being able to see you. I hate when you leave. I would kill for any sort of communication from you right now, a text, a call, a letter, an email... Facebook message.

Alas, it's almost over. Tomorrow you come home and you can tell me all about your adventures. I want to hear about whatever you did in that hole-in-the-map; I just want to talk to you. I can't wait, literally. I've been going to bed early in the hopes that tomorrow would come sooner, not that it ever could (but that's just how silly I am). I've been sleeping 'til noon, in the hopes that I could run out the clock a little more every day. Again, not that it made a difference. I've tried, to no avail, to think of something else, to take my mind off this lonely world and onto something happy and intriguing. Anything to make the days go by faster. Anything.

I guess... No, I know, that I love you more than anything else in this world. I love you more than anyone else has ever loved another. It's more than just petty "love". It's really, 100%, Canadian Brewed, Love. It's something that only comes along once in a millenia. Something that only presents itself to those that deserve it most. Something that... Something that we have. Some might call us lucky... I just call it destiny.

I love you. I miss you. I can't wait to see you.

Stage Three: Crazy

It's the kind of crazy...

It's the kind that gets my heart beating faster whenever I see a black Volkswagon.

It's the kind that keeps me glued to my MSN or phone in the hopes that it'll ring or a message will come through from you.

It's the kind that makes me think of you 24/7.

It's the kind that makes me go to bed at night sad that I didn't get to see you that day.

It's the kind that can only exist because you're not here.

It's...

It's the kind of crazy that makes me love you and miss you more than I've ever missed or loved anyone before.

It was love. Now, it's much more.