I want you, i need you, i love you, i miss you, like crazy

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it. 
But I didn't, not really. 
Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. 
I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. 
Because it's the halves that halve you in half. 
I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.