shrillest highs, and lowest lows

There are times when I consider the situation and can't help but smile. You, looking at me, and kissing me, and how I feel when I see you. But then I realize that I want to see you right then, and it hits me that i can once a week. It's driving me crazy, how much I want to be with you, every moment of every day, but I can't. I presume it's a good thing, that I'm spacing my feelings out, so maybe they'll last longer, as opposed to throwing them all away in one week, but i'm close to crying with it. You know why I don't cry? Because I hear your laugh, and feel the pleasure of knowing that I made it, and then I anticipate your kiss. Your sweet kisses.