Recently, I read that spending time with those who don't know you well allows you to know yourself. I spent not even 24 hours without Drew last weekend. Not even an entire day resided between the time we kissed goodbye and said hello again.
It wasn't that I felt lonely or had a hard time of it. I was with people who I'm more familiar and comfortable with than most. We were texting practically the entire time anyway. But one thing did become clear:
That I need him.
It isn't simply that I'd very much prefer him to be there. I rely on him now, to laugh at my jokes and act impressed when I can name what song is being played in a loud restaurant where you can only just hear the bass line. As if that's an olympic event or something. I need him to help me make fun of nasaly teenage girls and to finish my tacos when I just can't. Which is every single time.