So today I'm heading off to Dallas for RECORW. Not a big deal, right? It'll only be for a weekend. Plus, I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot of friends again! But last night, a blanket of sadness came over me as I was dragging myself to start packing. I started to miss David. Yep, even before we actually parted.
It's such a strange feeling and the last time I remember feeling this way was when we were dating. I'd miss him when we were apart, and I'd miss him when we were together (because I knew the days were numbered and he would have to go back to St. Louis again). Actually, I'd miss him the most or feel the moodiest the day he was leaving.
It's a strange, obsessive, irrational neediness. I don't know how to justify it or explain it, it simply is there. And I don't think anyone other than a lover can tolerate you when you're in that state.
I don't agree with Juliet when she says that "parting is such sweet sorrow". Maybe I'm forgetting the context here, but parting is sorrow. That's all. Nothing sweet about it.