Softly, Slightly They Said

I kinda like this one. It has a bit of a double meaning. I'm not sure if anyone will catch it though.

Logan POV

'Ready to softly kill my pain

Ready to slightly lose my brain

Ready to softly kill my pain

Ready to slightly go insane'

-Always by Oomph

Whenever we're apart for more than an hour, my skin starts to crawl. I start to feel an itch that isn't there. I can't see him or feel him. My heart thumps painfully. What if he's hurt? I don't care if he's in the bathroom. What if he fell in? Completely unreasonable I know, but I can't help it. Love isn't logical. We could be in the middle of a desert and I could be worrying about him drowning in a hallucination rather than him getting dehydrated. Completely illogical. It's what I imagine being insane is like. Except that insanity is a state of being. Mine is only cured by him. And they said insanity couldn't be cured. They lied.

He approaches me, safe from the wrath of the toilet. My worries are calmed, soothed and expelled completely when our hands meet. I sigh blissfully. It's a miraculous treatment. I et none of the best scientists have ever discovered this. Only the people who have found their other half know how something so simple is the answer to everything they've ever known or thought up. It doesn't feel wrong because it's not. I've never felt better.

It's wrong they said. It's a disease. They lied.

I expect it every single time.