I never used to understand what it meant to love someone so much that it physically hurts. I thought it was just an expression. It’s not. That feeling of loving someone so much that even the thought of being without them is so unfathomably painful that it’s enough to make your stomach churn and head pound and make you want to bawl your eyes out. So much that they’ve grown to be a part of you. They’re half of your whole heart. And living without one half of a heart is impossible. I never used to think it was possible to love someone more than yourself. Just another expression. I always hoped it was possible, but I never really knew. I do now. I just said I couldn’t live with half of a heart, but if that one person needed it, it’s theirs. No hesitation. “Walking to the ends of the Earth” isn’t just some “cliche” phrase. I’d do it. I’d do it a thousand times over. And then another thousand for good measure. I never used to think it was possible to miss someone the second you’re without them. But I do. I miss them right now. I never used to think it was possible to constantly want to surround yourself with someone’s voice, someone’s smile, someone’s entire being. And never get sick of it. But I found that. And to be honest, this all scares me to death.