Chapter 8: Knotted
She lives an hour away.
I have no right to be pissed about it, but I am.
That’s an hour we waste trying to get to each other.
I’m clawing at my hair as I drive over, ready to surprise her.
I haven’t seen her in three days.
Three dragging, tiring, mind-numbing days.
I’m going out of my mind.
I call her constantly, text and generally make myself a pain in the ass.
She’s ever gracious about it, responding enthusiastically, but I’m sure she’s sick to death of my pathetic ass being nothing but a nuisance.
I speak to her, and it’s like the air moves through my stagnant lungs again.
I have no idea what she’s done to me, but I’m so wrapped up in her, I can barely function at this point.
Yes, I go to work, get the jobs done. It’s always temporary, since I roam to a different location whenever I’m needed somewhere else, but my heart’s not in it anymore.
I glance at my gift on the seat next to me and drive a little faster.