Well it’s the middle of my first week back in reality, and in comparison to the two weeks of freedom I had with Matt, it sucks. We had some issues to work through together, but they didn’t take anything away from the break. If anything, they taught us more about each other and our relationship. We settled into a routine together of getting up, spending the day together and then cooking or going out for food and stuff, and now that things have returned to ‘normal’ I really miss that. I really miss him. I didn’t realise how much I loved and cherished him until he left last weekend. We’ve stayed in contact through texts and stuff but it’s no substitute for real, in person contact. I won’t see him until this weekend now as he works days and I work evenings, so there’s not much time for us to meet up in the week. I’m working Sunday until 4pm but hopefully we’ll have a good evening together. We made a reservation at our favourite Indian restaurant for the evening, so that’ll be nice. I just want to see him and be able to hug him and bury my head in his shoulder. I miss hearing his voice and him being there to cuddle me.
I don’t like feeling sad all the time at his physical absence. It makes it difficult as we live 23 miles apart. Not an insurmountable distance, I know. It’s just a mixture of our working hours and the distance and everything else. When we next see each other, I’m hoping we can have a talk and see if there’s any way we can get more time together.