Withdrawal...

My dictionary says that withdrawal is the act of taking back or away something that has been granted or possessed.
I was granted with a smile, a glance across the room, a singular moment when everything in the world felt in line.
So why do, on the days that I don't see you, I feel like an addict coming off a high?
Why do I need those smiles to get me through the day, from meaningless class to meaningless class?
Why do I ache when I can't catch a short glimpse of the perfection I think you are?
On the days when I don't see your face, I am like a starving woman crawling through the desert in search of water.
Why is this?
I believe it is because I am an idiot who just entertained the notion for one brief moment that I could be perfect for you.
Know what?
I am not.
I am not your kind of perfect, the perfect that would allow me to fit my jigsaw-puzzle edges to yours and make a perfect picture.
I know that my fears and insecurities are holding me back.
But I also know that that is not the whole truth.
I realized it early on; I desire the stars when I can only bend down and reach the grass...