AN/ This wasn't an assignment, but I figured I'd post it here anyway. This is just a short little story about missing someone you might love. I like it, because it pertains to my current situation. Enjoy, and wish me a good night at prom this Saturday!

I Miss Him

I can’t help but feel safe when his arms are wrapped around me. I’m cold without them. The fear is starting to creep up my spine. The doubt is worming it’s way from my subconscious to the front of my mind. Without him, I”ll fall apart. His arms are the only thing holding me together.

It sounds obsessive, and others think it’s too soon to be thinking these things. That’s how I feel, though. We have that strong, burning passion, and I can only pray that it won’t eventually fizzle out. I don’t want him to eve leave me. I’m not entirely sure I could manage without him.

No, I’m being too intense. I should stop while I’m ahead, but I can’t. I want the beginning and the end. This crazy whirl-wind of a ride isn’t allowed to stop.

His touch is like a pain killer -the Oxycodeine to my mental frustrations. It makes me forget everything that’s gone wrong with me -and there’s oh-so-much that has -and my life just feels so right, like everything has finally fallen into place. I’m addicted to that feeling.

Who wouldn’t be, though? Who wouldn’t want to feel like they were on top of the world? I’m addicted to him, because no one else make me feel this way. No one else makes me feel like I’m important enough to walk ten miles for.

I miss him now. It has hardly been more than a day and already I’m practically aching for his touch. I’d settle for a look -those eeys that staree into mine like I’m the most precious thing in the world. I miss my lover.

Tonight, I’ll see him again, and I can hardly sit still in my chair. I need something to distract myself. I do it by scrawling my thoughts about him across the paper. How ironic.

Three weeks, and I’m considering love. Is it too soon? Probably. We’ve already done the action -perhaps too soon for that, as well -but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ve felt it. Is this longing that I feel called love? Or is it merely desperation? I can’t be sure.

I want it to be love. I want to be loved. Is it wrong to demand it of the first man that shows the slightest bit of affection? Probably. I feel guilty for asking so much, but he readily gives it to me. Should I even feel guilty?

Answers -I don’t even know the questions, and already I long to hear the answers. I feel like he can give them to me. Is it wrong to be so greedy? I take more than I give.

I should let him go -release him from this trap that he’s unknowingly hurled himself into. I’m selfish, though. I’ll just hide this messed-up, terrified version of myself in some hole in the ground. He’ll never know it exists, and then he’ll never want to leave me. He’ll never see the ugly side to my beauty.

I won’t, though -let him go, that is. Like I said, I’m selfish. I want him to stay with me -not because it’s best from him, but because it’s what’s best for me. This relationship will probably end with someone’s heart bleeding and broken on the floor boards, and all I can think of is how much I don’t care.

I live in the now -no in the tomorrow -and now I’m so happy with my life that my very being is threatening to explode. That’s all that matters to me -that I’m happy now.

Before him, I was this pathetic shell of a human, blindly going from day to day in a state of apathy. There was nothing in my life worth living for. I had friends, of course, but they can only provide so much joy. He does so much more.

He loves me, and I think I’m falling in love with him. I’ve already said the words, but they were empty even to my ears. I’ll mean it, next time I say it.

I miss him now, and I”ve still got at least seven hours to go. Can I make it? Can I stand the suspense? I’ll try, but already the fear is spreading through my blood. I’m afraid he’ll leave me…