Missing him is more than I can handle sometimes…

Separation from Yang is a pretty regular thing. Not by choice, but nevertheless like clockwork. I’m used to spending up to a week at a time away from him. In the beginning, it was really difficult. I would go through the same cycle of emotions each time. Pouting first…then mad (not at him)…then just numb. After a while though, I got used to it. Don’t get me wrong. He spends every available minute with me. I am completely spoiled. He is always so good to me. It’s just that this weekend is really hard for some reason; I’m not sure why. (I warned you that my posts were going to be whiny).

I just really miss him right now. I want to touch his face, hear his voice, hold his hand, feel his arms around me holding me tightly. I want to fall asleep with our legs intertwined and his breath on my neck. I need to kiss him.

It’s after midnight; I’m going to bed now. I love you…so much.