Two weeks without seeing my girl. I don’t know how I’ll ever survive being apart from her for so long. Short periods now, mere days, I can hardly manage. But more than that? Weeks? I might go insane. At times, I feel like I’m already dead, but then I come to see her, and it’s as if life flows back into my soul. I live for my stolen moments with her—it’s the only thing that keeps me going.
