An absence in nothing is not explained,
not even by scientists or philosophers.
Not seeing her makes my eyes feel like a toddler denied of bedtime bottle.
It etches, anticipates and longs for the presence of that absence of nothing I crave.  
I am not dying inside nor is it painless,
it's full and yet emptiness overshadows it,
it's like a hollow space.
I am gone to the abyss of oblivion and lost in the thoughts of this mystery.
A case to be solved.
I am out here looking for her,
like a vampire in the streets at night,
longing to satisfy a hunger for the first **** in months.
That hunger for blood is inevitable.

You can't precisely know well enough until you experience it because the essence of the first-hand experience is a presence.  

I know I will probably be rejected.
I know she will avoid eye contact. I accept that well with grace and utmost respect. Now she is denying me of her presence.
Not something I wish to happen.

If she is expecting me to stop my pursuit.
Then she should know that she is making me anxious.
I like mystery and this puzzle is getting complicated day by day.
If I stop, it's my breath, not the chase.
If there is a need for speed, I am up for it.
This is a challenge for the most wanted.
Thankfully, rivals?
I see none.