You are just a three-hour plane ride away, one big body of water across, and yet, I feel like there’s big gaping hole within me. Your absence has thrown me into a state of somewhat uselessness but I get by with hours of NCIS episodes to watch, a number of already seen movies on DVD, blogs to hop on to and dreaming of a hot, steaming cup of coffee that I wouldn’t dare get in fear of another sleepless night.
All I could think of is your safe return, a whiff of your fragrance and the familiar feel of the palm of your hand, your fingers around mine.
The more that you are not here, the more you linger in my mind.
The song was right.
I can’t take the distance, even if I thought I could.
I miss you.