Have you ever believed you were with the right person, only to discover that what you had actually done was settle for what you believed was the most you deserved?

I have.

The empty bed kills me, its cool sheet silence tangling about my limbs, dragging me from any hope of slumber.  I sit awake and think of the one who should be there, the breathing that should be the soothing white noise as my eyelids flutter closed.  I rest, but not restfully.

I spent the entire day wishing for a reprieve in this work-related madness that strains our hands out of reach of each other.  My phone rang this evening and I am certain my joy at the news on the other end radiated throughout the city.

I’ve been separated from those I have loved before; in my last relationship, it was a matter of course that for one week straight of three, our conflicting schedules kept us apart.  A phone call or two, perhaps a Facebook message, was all I would receive.  My greeting upon reunion was a warm, but brief hug, and sinking into a lull of laziness.

This man…  We call each day, and text frequently.  Our reunion tonight was a frenzied kiss and endless murmurings of missing the other.  Even as he collapsed a few hours later, exhausted from the extended work hours he’s been keeping, I could feel the love, the mutual need.  I once thought such a feeling too clingy, abnormal; this was how others made it out to be. I know now that I was simply with the wrong person.

He sleeps, and though I still remain gripped by insomnia, I am comfortable.  There is a peace in the walls.  He is near, and it is all I need.  It’s a good feeling.

Day 105:  Here With Me – Dido