(Warning: sappy post ahead)
The beau and I were always in a semi- long-distance relationship (30 minutes), until last August, when we moved in together.I only saw him in small doses on the weekends, and so missing him was really a constant state. He also spent a summer abroad. I’ve missed this boy for longer than I’ve not missed him. But now, I’m home for four days, sleeping in my childhood bed, and I’m homesick for his warmth. I crave the ability to reach out and touch him, to feel his weight on the bed next to me. I miss him now more than I ever had before, but I’m so thankful and blessed that I get him all of the other days.