Drowning in the ... Pains of love

I am smouldering as a buring coal drops slowly through my shield of compensatory activities. Each day I dont get an email - it's been 16 - I think I will, I dont, I cope. Again, none today. I decide she must be thinking of me so much, in such a way, such a particular way, such an intimate way, that she cant bring herself to disturb the equilibrium of her day by writing to me, that she's saving herself for some mega-mail where everything will become clear. Maybe what's in the very forefront of her mind, the block to her writing, is the thought of coming to Europe in the Summer, and knowing that I'll be here, and that she can see me, she wants to see me, but her BF will know what she's doing and that I am driving a wedge into her peaceful existence. That's what I say. Will she come? Do I care? How to stop this endless round of days?