Is throbs, just not always from the same place or for the same reason.
I can cure with a few strokes.
I don't always want to relieve it, needinh to feel it, needing to need it even though that is no longer possible with her, to keep on throbbing, to feel the need when I close my eyes and remember her
I don't always want the pain to cease, feeling it making me realize I am still alive, this throbbing so entangle, so connected with visions of her, a few strokes and it vanishes, when I do not want it to vanish, embracing it just as I embrace her as a ghost, that throb reminding me of all I hope for, and will never get, and yet feel as if I have, each time it consumes me, my head filled with the fog of it , a need so desperate otherwise I would not be alive
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