Every October the pain would come. Exactly at midnight on the first, like clockwork. An itch all over my body that I couldn’t make stop. An unbearable ache the likes of which I had never known before that and would never know again until the next year rolled around.
This year was no different. An itch I couldn’t scratch, a… longing. A longing for something I couldn’t identify but at the same time knew I couldn’t have.
There were days I didn’t get out of bed. Where it all just became too unbearable.