Overthinking

You're only happy when he texts you,  you claim.

But that's not true.

You were happy when you realized what an amazing city you now lived in, you were happy when you wrote postcards home, you were happy when you suddenly found yourself in a group of friends, you were happy when you got lost, you were happy when you found your way again, you were happy when you rode the Tube, you were happy when worshiping, you were happy when meeting students from all over the world, you were happy when you analyzed works of art, you were happy when you turned the corner and grandiose architecture surrounded you, you were happy when you played billiards and ping pong, you were happy when you were watching TV with a loving sister and brother, you were happy when you bumped into Deaf rights activists on the street, you were happy when you listened to the Evensong mass echo beneath the dome of St. Paul's, you were happy when you happened upon a Christian bookstore and its owners up the street, you were happy when you learned how to shop on your own, you were happy when you were sketching on the bus, you were happy when you first experienced the bar scene, you were happy when you had opportunities to talk about God to those who were questioning.

You were happy when you went to sleep, and you were happy when you awoke. 
You were happy when in the company of people, but you were also happy alone.

I won't let this nonsense about waiting for his texts and app notifications and Facebook messages rob you of joy.