[home alone]

[home alone]

I know that often people recommend spending time away from their spouse because it “makes you miss the other and the reunion is all the sweeter.”

Perhaps if I were somewhere, doing something to get my mind off the fact that Sam’s gone to a camp and I will not see him for two+ weeks (because I leave for another camp before he returns), it would be easier. As of now, sitting at home, enjoying the company of my cat feels… hollow.

I realized last week that since we have started dating two years ago, this is the longest time we’d be apart. Before these trips, the longest was four days when I was gone studying Intro to Theology (thankfully for me, I was busy writing papers and reading the textbooks to think about missing my love.)

Some say it’s terrible that we’ve always been together since the beginning of our relationship. Some say we’re maniacs… I say we just enjoy doing and experiencing things together. It helps us being on the same page.

I know we’ll get through this and this is not the worst thing that could happen. In the meantime, however, I miss the one I love. His company. His desire and ability to make me laugh. His kindness and his warmth.

I love you and miss you, honey.

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