True Things About Me - Pg 89

I knew that weeks went by. The calendar said so, but I didn't feel them as days and hours, minutes and seconds. I felt them in my blood maybe, or my bones. I longed to see him. When I woke up in the morning the longing woke up too, like a strange creature on my bed. The feeling moved up from inside my pelvis and settled in my throat. That's where it stayed all day.