What I Want for Breakfast Tomorrow

What I really need for breakfast tomorrow:

Distraction

The light bounces
Off my face
Tense, focused,
My eyes cling
Onto each box
On the screen
One by one
Row by row
Column by column
Like the boxes around me
Rows and columns
Rows and columns
Then a pair of eyes
Intent, intense
Clinging onto mine

Tick, tick, tick...

I feel like my brain is about to explode due to info overload.

A friendly reminder: I'm only human.

Question.

If you only miss almost everything about someone, it's probably not true love, right?

But it's love if you're willing to deal with everything if only you could have that person back.