It's been 36 hours since I've seen my little man..

His mom took him down to Naples to surprise everyone on her grandma's birthday. 

There's a saying about when you miss someone, it's feels like you're missing a piece of your heart or a piece of yourself. 

But that saying doesn't describe the way I feel at all. It's not doing my feelings any justice. 

I feel like I'm missing my entire heart. Like I can't breathe right bc the air isn't sustainable. Like I can hardly walk straight up bc my equilibrium has been distorted. Up is down, left is right, my sense of direction needs calibrating. 

I miss my little man so fucking much (I miss mommy too). This is the longest I've gone and hopefully the longest I'll ever go for a very long while.