to know the pain of too much tenderness

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and I rise late and feel as if I hardly slept, probably because I have been reading almost the entire time. I trudge to my desk each morning, but cannot even bring myself to argue with E. or G. With you away, it is as if all the letters of my life are scrambled into an anagram, and I will not be able to put all the letters in order and make sense of anything until you return.