absence

absence from someone you want to be with is torture. there is the kind when you aren't sure when you are going to see them again, and the kind when you know exactly how long it will be. these are two very different forms of torture: either the days begin with new hope and the end with the sickening weight of disappointment, or you wake up dreading all waking hours, but the last moment before sleep will have you giddy with joy that another day has passed. while one form of agony is suspense, the other is the awful knowledge of time. how many days hours minutes you will have to wait. which is worse? well, i have to say that at least in the knowing there's a smile.