It is, to the point where it is unbearable. Sometimes I wish I could just lie down beside him, not as his friend, but as someone who is involved with him on an intimate level... At times I wish I could just scream his name and in a flash he'd be here to comfort me... I miss his embrace... it's the only thing that would restore me to a right frame of mind. He was my cure. He uncovered things about me that even my social worker took forever to figure out. He was my Hope, my Angel... it's not everyday my Sight lets me see someone with wings...
I know this sounds weird, especially if you don't believe in the supernatural or Gifts...
I want him back!
