Maybe I'm just a little on the white side. Or perhaps it was the conversations about marriage with my boss over dinner or the romantic novel I'm reading.  Maybe I'm sooky, emotional, sleepy. Maybe I've taken too many/not enough painkillers. Maybe it's because I'm cold. Maybe it's because I was just hit on by someone other than you. Maybe it's a million other reasons. Or maybe I just really, really miss you right now.

Like so fucking much.

And just when I was doing so well.