I hate this, although I know how selfish that is. He is on a trip, and I am actually happy that he is with his family. And I am here, and keeping myself busy looking into potential places to live in a few months (as I have had it with what I call the "rave parties" upstairs.)
And I am proud of the fact that I can let go and let him live his life. But I am not letting go without some sort of sadness. It passes over me every once in awhile. I realize he is gone and I won't see him for two weeks, and I will only hear from him in limited spurts of communication when he has a free moment.
I should be used to this, as our schedules do not always allow for us to communicate throughout the day. We don't get to spend any more time than the day and a half that we get on weekends. And I have grown used to that, at least.
But still missing him. Perhaps that is not such a bad thing, right?
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