Attachment

Where are you my love? What are you doing this very moment? Are you thinking of me? Are you asking the same questions that wont let me concentrate on this paper? Am I the only one going crazy with guilt and missing you?
Why do I miss you so much, anyway? I spent a good deal of Friday with you so why do i feel like I have to see you? Why won't my mind's eye move from your gaze? All i can see is you. All i want in the world is you.
Your arms, your hands, you fingers - around me, over me, on me, inside me - i can't think. I want you in every possible way and it's messing up my life. I wouldnt want it any other way.
If only i had taken care of buiseness when the oppourunity arose the first time, we could be together now. We could be doing anything in the world... but instead we are miles apart and I cant feel your skin. Can't hear your breath in my ear, your hands in mine, your shoulder under my cheek.
I know I should get to work but I can't focus. All day, I can't focus. I wait for you to sign on or send me a letter of responce. I should be reasearching this paper that is going no where, but instead I'm here, sounding like a stalker.
I guess this is love.
Lucky me...
I'm so lucky.
Lady Luck. Lady Love.