"Sometimes I miss you so much, it hurts." - JD to Turk, Scrubs

I will catch myself feeling that strange pang of missing someone every now and then. Probably more often than I'd like to admit. The way I approach it mentally now is -- I let myself soak in that physical sensation, like a knot in your stomach, and I think, Well, this is what missing someone feels like, this is as bad as it will get for now. And really, it's not so bad.

When I was 15, I spent long summer days waiting for a phone call from my first high school crush -- a phone call that never came, of course. I think of how much it hurt then to wait, how awful it was to wait, especially when you can't drive and you aren't in school all day. At least now, you know, I get something to eat with Karen, I play with Dozer & Bridget, I am far too distracted by minutae in general. It's great, honestly. It's much better.

The really stupid thing is, I have no good reason or right to miss this manchild.