the absence of him is everywhere I look.

I've accepted that we can't be, but I've also accepted that you're going to be that one person I carry with me for the rest of my life, the one that I always going to make my heart jump a little and my stomach tie up in knots no matter how happy I am otherwise and no matter how long it's been. Do you realize how incredibly difficult it is to accept both those things at once? It's a completely torturous situation if you stop and think about it.