It's been that kind of week. The kind filled with plenty of highs and lows.
I was high that you finally found your first job.
I was high that you passed your Masters.
I was high that I finally get to kiss you and hold your hand.
I was even high that you were giddy over simple pleasures such as phone cases, pasta and sushi.
I was high on you.
I was low that you have yet to find your second home - but I know in my heart it's out there and that your instinct is right to turn down all that we have uncovered so far.
I was low that the week zipped by so quickly - I wished you didn't have to sleep at that furnace of a mouse trap.
I was low that you're still not mine, because I managed a glimpse of what is in store, and more than ever before, I crave not just your touch and laughter, wit and sarcasm, the smell of your hair and warmth of your skin, but also the start of something amazing, if this week is any indication of what future holds..
And now I'm just low. Because I'm missing you in a way that I didn't think was possible.