Ryan moved back to new york about a month ago and every day i am astounded that i survived 6 years living apart. I have so instantly become soft and weak and incapable of being without him. Today is my first day of school, the 17th grade, and I am sitting in the library thinking to myself how i miss him. I saw him last night. and the day before. and the day before. and every day. I am honestly reminded often of mimi rose howards fake ted talk in girls; as love has moved into a more dominant locational position in my life, it has instantly disrupted my will to be productive, work towards career goals, think creatively. I am busy being swallowed by the soft and wonderful feelings of romance. It is easy to forget who i was without it near.