my patience runs thin … 21 days and counting … hours … minutes … seconds.  I just want to sleep and wake up 21 days later and find him laying next to me.   I get anxious and nervous.  My tendencies to be fidgety have grown immensely and far worse.  I can not comprehend life without him in it.  I am like a drug addict waiting to get my next fixation.  I am salivating in thoughts and my cravings have not been fulfilled … hungry … starving.  I’m lost in love and I love it, though it turns my stomach like never before.  The butterflies are being born exponentially and they want to be freed.