He flew from New York to Europe today.
It feels like there is a piece of me missing.
Maybe I'm just dreading it too much, but I don't like this feeling.
I don't like not being able to talk to him.
I don't like not being able to see him.
I don't like not knowing if he's safe.
When he returns will be together for 10 months.
Consistently.
Not with any months in between this time.
I can't wait until he comes back.
I don't like this feeling.
I miss him already.
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