It feels like a phantom limb. You're constantly reminded of the absence of something you're so attached to. The mind has its own inertia. It likes to go where it wants to be. And my mind Ling's for her like a moth craving a flame. I felt like a bird bred captive set free one day. The demons in me yearns for shackles. Every thought I have, every nueron that fires follow the same circuit tracing back to her memories. It's like a phantom limb. Sometimes you feel like it's still with you. And it hurts all the time. Never did I think missing someone would be this painful. And never did I believe that such pain could come out of love. But this time I'm in love with the pain itself. Because some people are worth the pain.
