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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