It's good that you're not here because I haven't been taking care of myself lately. I've forgotten about house keeping, reading, relaxing accompanied by netflix among other petty things. I'm not saying I like that you're not here, I'm saying I need to remember I have routines too. If I want to be a "glass half full" kind of woman, your absence is also good because it prepares me for when you're gone next month...
Damn, I don't know if I'll be able to handle three weeks without you. What will I do?
You've spoiled me, my love.
I know it is physically possible to live without you, but I just refuse to agree with that; to let it happen. We found eachother; we've been blessed and I don't want to let go of what we've discovered. Don't ever forget me.
It's the oddest thing, waking up without you. I am fully aware I've slept alone before but after the 16 days of seeing you, sleeping within your arms, smelling you, caressing you, having you ask me if I'm ok everytime I twitch in my sleep... it's simply not the same. You've made me use to having you around. I depend on you being the very first person I see when I wake and the very last when I sleep. It's such a lovely feeling. Without that happening, I don't function the same. Something is missing. YOU are obviously missing.