Until you walk back into my world.
My warmth revolves around your surreal, earth-colored eyes and the heated stare you linger on my face.
I'm so busy, but not really.
My body keeps moving at super-sonic speeds so that my mind doesn't have to think about you being away.
I know I shouldn't be.
I know that's not the way, but I can't help but worm away from the people that tell me that they know how badly I miss you.
But not in my brain.
Inside of me I scream and cry until I am so tired that I can't feel anything.
I don't mean to be so pathetic. I can be strong, I promise.
I mask it with a smile everyday, though sometimes it does leak out like water tumbling through cracks in a sharp, broken rock.
I wouldn't have this any other way. It is just the price that we pay.
You are following your dreams, Mr. Marine, and I will be right here when you return.