I’m crazy about him.

My gorgeous Italian boyfriend left the country 22 days ago. I won’t see him again for another 41 days.

THIS WAS THE WORST IDEA EVER.

I didn’t realize how pathetically crazy in love I am with this man until he cut me off and now I feel like a heroin addict that can only find weed as a replacement. The weed being Facebook and Skype in this scenario. I never imagined I could be separated from someone for 22 days and still think about them every few minutes.  I’ve become a loser.  I have been destroyed. He has ruined me. I’m annoying now. I can’t talk about anything but how much I miss my heroin. I don’t want to be annoying. I just want my fix.

I have fallen really hard. All of a sudden that saying makes sense to me. I feel all bloody and broken. In the most romantic way possible of course.

Realistically I assume this feeling is passing but so far it’s only getting worse. I assume the rabid bats flying around in my chest will eventually calm into contentment but right now they keep waking up and making me nauseous.  That’s a beautiful bit of imagery for a love song. I’m so inspired.

So for the next 41 days I will go on with my life as usual. I will publicly try to not act like a crack addict. He can do whatever he needs to do in Italy and I’ll do whatever keeps me alive in New York.

Yes, I have gone insane.