Running on Empty

It’s been almost two weeks now, and I feel kinda directionless and weird. It’s an odd emotion, that I’ve categorized under “lonely” because nothing else fits. I miss Kate. Terribly.

She’ll be home tomorrow night and I am very much looking forward to it. That empty spot in the bed in the morning is something I cannot get used to.

There’s the old adage about absence making the heart grow fonder, and whomever it was that thought that up is a fucking genius, because it’s true.

This is the most in-love I’ve ever been, without question. Recently, I read the definition of the South African word, ubuntu, which means, “I am because we are,” and it stuck with me — and only partly because it’s also the name of a Linux distribution.

That sounds stalkerish and obsessive, but it’s not. It’s indicative that my life, and who I am, is impacted by Kate’s presence. She makes me a better person, she gives me balance, she anchors me to what’s important. I am what I am because we are what we are. (My apologies for the Zen koan.) Our Venn diagrams overlap heavily. (My apologies for the geekiness.)

I love her, I miss her, and I can’t wait until Friday night.

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4 thoughts on “Running on Empty”

  1. Nope. Took her back to the airport on Sunday morning. Been trying to get everything accomplished that I can/need to before I fly to NC on Friday.

  2. I just have to comment on your words about Kate. We should all be so lucky to have another human love us as much as you clearly adore Kate. I was reading your comment on the Almanzo blog whilst leaving one of my own. I clicked on your name and it landed me here. Otherwise I might have never known about Kate. Peace.

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