Not liking this

Knowing he feels so awful makes me feel awful.

Not being able to do anything is driving me insane. Just sitting here, hundreds of miles away, thinking about him being miserable is so distracting. I can't concentrate on anything.

Is that pathetic?

I never realized I could be so wrapped up in another human being. He tells me all the time that he's not happy unless I'm happy and I've always agreed. But this is the first time it's been for an extended period.

It's also the first time I haven't been able to actively make him feel better. I feel oddly helpless and out of control, which I am so not used to.

This is love, I guess. Not one of the fun parts, but definitely love.