It starts out as a vague discomfort. Your brain knows something is wrong in your body and there’s an immediate running monologue in your head.
What’s wrong? I can’t tell what’s wrong.
Maybe your heart beats a little faster. There’s a gnawing in your chest. There’s discomfort in your gut. It’s almost as though there’s something inside you with an urgent voice of its own.
What’s going on? Someone tell me what’s going on.
But you have no answer for the voice. You’re confused. You don’t know what you need. You don’t know what’s wrong. You just feel a growing sense of dread and panic. The sensations in your body are growing more urgent.
What do I need? Am I hungry? I must be hungry. I need something. What do I need?
The feeling of missing someone can create incredibly intense physical sensations in your heart and in your gut. The discomfort usually starts in the gut, but sometimes it starts higher — in the chest around the heart. It all works together, but you’re not even sure what’s going on. You end up guessing.
This is about her, isn’t it? Why am I thinking about her? Was I thinking about her or something else?

We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
For power-hungry politicos, nothing is more important than winning
Without courage to take action, day will come when it’s too late
Existential crisis makes me ask: Can I ever trust you to love me?
Maybe we’re doomed to replay past until we finally get it right
Experimentation produces beauty that won’t come from slavishly following One True Way