how?

Why.. how the fuck does he manage to make me feel responsible for his safety..

In one scattered phone call, i go from feeling fairly okay, to mind-fucked 'shattered'..and he only said a few words.

"I didn't sleep, cause you're not here.." We haven't been intimate physically, only emotionally. Yet those few words completely shattered my thoughts and soul. "I miss you.." he said, and I nearly fell apart. I can't put two thoughts together to do anything productive. Emails sit unfinished, counters need cleaning, laundry needs finishing, so much else needs done, but i cant bring myself to take a full decisive step in any direction to get any of it done.

He misses me, and I, him.i haven't seen him in almost a month, and every night, regardless of the other body in the bed, I feel alone, cold, lonely, and lost.