Where are you?

a letter to my future lover. where are you? i'm annoyed.

Dear You,

Where are you? Why aren’t you here yet?

I woke up this morning with this twisting, gnawing sensation in my chest. I want you more than I want life right now. I feel insane. Feral. There’s a yearning pulsing desire shredding a part what little decency I have left.