I hate being without him. He's counting down the days he has left til he moves. He's excited. And I was miserable listening. I ache for him to be near. His voice. His presence. And I truly don't know why. But I do. And I know he misses me. I can feel it in his embrace. His kiss. I miss him next to me.
Two months. This sucks. I'm wading in my own misery alone.
I don't ask questions. Because he's not ready to talk. I won't call. Still. Won't text. Still. He knows. And I can say it. But I won't because it's not my turn.
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