November 7, 2001 ~ An Exception to the Rule
Morgan is going to be taking a trip to Denver next Friday, and it will last well into the next week. I'm missing him already. Especially since he may miss both my birthday (on the 21st) and be late for Thanksgiving (on the 22nd). And the school is giving us the 21st, 22nd, and the 23rd off, so I had really been looking forward to a nice long break with Morgan, but now there may be one thing missing from that equation... Morgan.
But it's not just the Holidays.
Every day, guess who I spend every spare moment with? Morgan. Who do I talk to about every single little thing that happens? Morgan. We're seldom separate from one another for a few hours, let alone almost a week!
It's going to be several straight days of sitting in the room and smiling at something I read or think of and automatically turning to him to share it... but he won't be there. Or really needing some advice, but having no one to turn to.
Just to be held at night, for pity's sake. I have a feeling I won't be sleeping well. I didn't last time.
I am an introvert. I am a very quiet, solitary person. I enjoy time alone.
But there is one exception to that rule. Morgan doesn't really count. When I'm alone with him I feel completely comfortable, as if he were just another extension of myself. As I would feel incomplete and uncomfortable if I were missing a part of myself, I feel deficient and unsettled when Morgan is absent.
I miss him already, and he's not even gone.
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