Sleep.

Before you, I could only sleep to feel at 100 percent.

Now, I can’t sleep without thinking of you, and I’m not sure how I’ve come to enjoy you even more.

I don’t feel hunger as much as I did before I met you. Don’t get it twisted; I still get “hangry,” and nobody knows that better than you.

If I were to compare the hunger for food and the hunger for your presence, it’d be no question. Just a message from you is enough to fill me up for months.

Is that what addiction is? Feeling like a million bucks as soon as you get your hit, and once that hit’s over, you feel even worse than you did before?

Would I have to consider this a sickness too?

Is that why they call it love? Is that why they can’t clearly define what it is, except only provide examples?

Or is that what heartbreak is?

I guess our brain is more complicated than anything else because clearly we can’t understand it, and there’s no way I can control my feelings.

Because I’m not sure if every hit I take of you is just that, you know? Love or heartbreak. Do I love you more each time, or is it just my heart breaking more and more because you’re not there?

Maybe that’s why you’re like my good night’s sleep. No matter how bad I might have slept, I can be happy I got at least a little something.