I got to work, sat down to eat and realized that I am not exactly sure how to make it through the next six hours without you. The other day, I confessed to someone that I am so much more attached to you and I don’t like it. She thought that was pretty silly, but I’ve always prided myself on not needing anyone. I guess that has changed. Funny thing is, I don’t even want to be around you for anything in particular. It would just be nice to hear you laugh or ask me to cut you some fruit. Instead, I’m here pretending to pay attention and wondering how I’m going to get through the day.