Until Friday

D is on training for one week. This is our first time away from each other since we got married and already I miss him. Well, it's the second day and I'm used to his being away, so it's ok now.

But the first night alone was actually quite hard, much to my surprise. No matter how loud I turn up the music, it doesn't fill the comfortable silence we have with each other when we're both doing our separate things in the evenings. No matter how many stuffed animals I stick on his side of the bed, I don't feel the usual depression in the mattress that I naturally fall into and end up on his shoulder. No matter how many other family and friends I try to talk to on the phone or on FaceBook, as much as I love them, they don't bring the excited blush to my cheeks as I anxiously await for, then hear, his voice to be heard on the phone.

Aloneness is not the same as loneliness. I think it's good that couples can do activities separately; it shows how complete one is without the need for the other.It's not that I can't be me without him. I still do the things I enjoy and what's better is that I can catch up with friends on the phone more easily. I still procrastinate on some things (don't expect the thank you cards to be done if you're reading this in your hotel, D), but at least I've thought about doing them instead of "forgetting" them. There's a difference. Hee hee!

But, I just can't wait until Friday when I get to see him again. Only four more days!