Right now my sweetheart is fishing in Mexico. He's returning tomorrow, but right now he's not here. He left 6 days ago and for the first few days, I was cool. Better than cool, I was great - watching chick flicks, not making my bed, eating what and when I wanted - it was a little rebellion, I'll admit. Then yesterday I woke up with heartache. No joke, no exaggeration, my heart hurt because I miss him. And that is when the countdown started.
I like missing him - it's kind of romantic that after 15 years we aren't sick of one another. I think it's good for us to be apart for a little while, it lets us remember who we are.
But now I'm just waiting, trying to fill the next 18 hours with something fun to pass the time quickly.
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See, you survived!
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