It has officially been almost 24 hours.
I am trying.
Desperately trying.
But...

I am willing for my phone to buzz and have you say that you've been thinking of me all day.
Willing to walk downstairs and have you waiting.
Willing to look out my window and see you standing there with a boombox.

I'm cheesy, yes.
I like movie kisses and bad love songs that make me think about you.

I don't want to die young when I'm with you.
All I want to do is be with you.
And I can't.
And it's breaking me.

I'm so wracked with guilt that I've thrown up periodically all day.
I feel so alone.