Sometimes I think I have it.
In my dreams, or even sometimes a glimpse of it is present in a new acquaintance. It’s always that tantalizingly sweet ache everyone dreams of as a young girl but is just beyond my outstretched fingertips.
If I break down the feeling in my head, it feels as though I’m drowning.
My chest feels heavy and my fingertips become cold. My eyes can never concentrate because the blood that should be pumping has all evaporated at the thought of this one thing.