Staying

Well, it's been a week and he's staying. He finally made up his mind yesterday. Somedays he really terrifies me, with his constant longing to change and move from thing to thing so rapidly. Perhaps his motives have something to do with me? Perhaps not. I do not want that to be the case. However, on a mildly positive note, things have been looking up I guess. Some days are growing longer than others. Without being able to contact him at any time of the day, the nights are growing very lonely. I'm tired of feeling so lonesome all the time. There are days when it starts to hurt to breathe. The consumption of food is slowly decreasing as the days pass by. Liquid intake is rising quickly to try and placate my stomach's need for substance. Perhaps one's need for substance is not truly the need at all. Is it possible for my subconcious mind to long for a feeling of fullness, whether mentally or physically, to finally stop the empty feeling that swallows my heart every day? I guess that's the body's coping way. I'll never know unless I research. I'll continue to strengthen the knowledge I possess without anyone ever realising how extensive my learning capability truly is. So long for now. xoxo