"He won't be back for another 12 hours. OMG I miss him so much!"

no.



don't you dare bastardize the meaning of that phrase with your trivial little childish whining. you have no fucking idea what it's like to miss someone. no idea. you don't have a clue what it's like to be only connected by a phone line. you don't know how it feels to wake up every morning (alone, once again) and realize you had only dreamed that they were beside you last night.

when have you resigned after too many unanswered rings? how close was it to dawn when your tiredness overwhelmed your worry and finally let your eyes close?

when was the last time you had to stare at a computer screen and how many sobs did you let escape before the pixels finally calmed you down in lieu of a simple hug?

you can't possibly comprehend all the fear and insecurity and misunderstandings and assumptions and the sad, sad mutual loneliness captured by the silence exchanged through the telephone receiver -- the constant ringing of that too-familiar sound that fills your head and always seems to seep out the pores of your skin, untouched for days weeks months

you
have no
idea.

don't you dare act as if some quantifiable amount of hours away from the love of your life -- the reason you breathe, you smile, you sing (well, you used to) -- is the most unbearable thing in the world.

you don't know.
you just really don't know.

but be glad that you probably never will.

"I miss you already!!!"

shut the fuck up.

you don't know how it feels to miss someone so strongly every waking (i say waking because there is never restful sleep alone) moment. to miss them so frequently and so passionately that even in the short periods of time when they're with you -- because that awful empty feeling has lived inside your little heart for so long, expanding so tremendously to create a knot of contiguity with solitude -- you could never,
ever be close enough to them
to melt it away.