Whine: I miss my boyfriend
The Horse Whisperer has been in New York for five days. Five days isn’t that long, right?
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I am ready for my boyfriend to come home. Thank the sweet baby jebus that’s happening tomorrow, because I am lonely! I, the independent spirit that was, am horribly lonely, and I just want a hug. It’s that bad. And pathetic.
The thing is, I absolutely realize that I’m lucky. I’m the luckiest woman in the whole world, I get that on a daily basis. But HW being gone has reminded me tenfold. On the first day he was gone, he called his roommates to ask them to check in on me (I think. This is unconfirmed. They called to check in, which seemed mysterious, and then he alluded to a conversation with them later on in the evening). The second night, they suggested that I come over and stay, which I did. Tonight, they called to see if I needed any help around the house. And confessed that he’d prompted that particular inquiry.
And I miss the seemingly unimportant little things too: the ability to ask him to put stuff away in the high cabinets, having someone remind me that it’s time to go to sleep, having him ask me if I want tea (rather than just asking if I’ll make him tea). It’s those couple-y things that I’ve gotten frighteningly accustomed to.
It’s a little bit startling, waking up one day and realizing that you’ve become reliant on another person. Not reliant in a way that prohibits you from functioning without them, but rather in a way that you feel their absence like a gaping hole, like a tooth that was recently pulled from your mouth. I have moved away from enough friends that I know what it is to miss someone. This feeling is like that, but multiplied by about fifty.
I’m glad you’re coming home, HW. Now, hurry up and get here already!!!
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Bah. I hate when Chris leaves. That is to say, I enjoy it for about 20 minutes when I get the whole bed to myself, then I hate it for the rest of the time he’s gone.
Glad the HW is coming home SOON!
In the four years I dated Birmingham, the longest consecutive streak we had of seeing each other was six days. I think we once went an entire month without seeing each other. I don’t even know how it would be if we saw each other every day, but man, I was willing to try.
Enjoy your time back together!
You just made me realize something. Thanks for that.
(I’m glad he’s coming home to you today!)
When he comes back it will seem like that first day…
“I wish I could remember that first day”
by Christina Rossetti
I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand – Did one but know!
Aww, that’s sweet!
I miss my boyfriend too. No that he’s away for a while, but more so indefinitely. I miss having a boyfriend and sharing the little things *sigh*
Ya, I miss mine too. He lives 6 hours away by car and I don’t get to seem him as often as I would like.
Glad to hear HW is coming back (or should be back?)!