Existence

There are so many things I want to say to you. I want the words to be beautiful and poetic, but all I have are the simplest of phrases echoing in my brain. Things like “I want you” and “I need you” and “more than I ever thought I could feel for another person.” Fragments of cheap country music songs, at best. But, the truth of the matter is, I feel these things so deeply that I cannot even come to the surface long enough to look for a better description for the emotions that I am feeling lately. I am drowning in the feelings I have for you, and I am enjoying it.

I want to feel your soul touch mine. No, wait, that sounds so cliché, does it not?

I think, more accurately, that my soul has suddenly realized it is missing a vital chunk. My survival depends on finding this piece. Up until now, I have been able to endure this life because I did not even know it was missing. Now that I know, though, I am obsessed with trying to fill this recently revealed void. No, I don’t love you because I need you, or even need you because I love you. I need you because without you there can be no me. Without you, I cease to exist.