I drove him to the train on Sunday and said goodbye...
I know it is only a week. I know that before we moved in together, we'd often spend an entire week, sometimes more before seeing each other.
But now it's different. We live together. I see him everyday. We sleep in the same bed and have our little routines. I've gone away here and there since we've been living together, but not that many days, and I'm the one that is usually away.
I haven't spent this much time in our house alone.
I don't know what to do with myself.
I've spent the last couple of nights on his side of the bed, curled up with the cat (when the cat will grace me with his presence).
I do appreciate that having time away gives us time to breathe. Time to eat ice cream straight of the carton, have chips for dinner and sort of revel in a break from the norms. It's also time to appreciate each other. Time to actually miss one another.
And I do miss my Sir.