Missing You

I have grown accustomed to going to bed before Sean gets home, or waking up after he leaves for work. But one thing I have not experienced is a whole night of him not there next to me. And no roommate. This is strange. I'm ok with it, but it's so quiet. What a strange feeling, realizing what a huge piece of me he has become in just his everyday presence.

I don't know how some people live alone. I think I would go crazy. Yes, it's nice to have peace and quiet and privacy and all that, but I would want someone to talk to. I don't think anyone would do though. I think in the past 5 months I have found someone that I truly love living with, sharing space and food and the couch with. He makes me laugh and he makes me feel secure. I have my time to myself, when I just want to do my own thing, and when I need him to talk or cuddle or cry, he's here.

I had forgotten what it's like to really miss him. It's one thing if I go home and I have my parents to talk to, and friends to visit. But right now, it's so quiet.

Now I know how he feels when I leave for the weekend. I will enjoy the quiet for now, with a glass of wine and Heroes. But I eagerly await his coming home.