desertslave
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Once again, I'm back in PA caring for my Mom. (She's doing very well, considering how she was 2 months ago.) I'm struggling to make myself something of a routine while I'm doing this back & forth thing. I cruise along fine and suddenly the bottom drops out from under me. I'm homesick and Master-sick.
It's rather funny, considering we started out LDR with little to no prospect of ever meeting, then Serendipity stepped in and nudged us together. We spent nearly three years apart, a handful of months "dating" in the same area, and then he decided to move in with me (Serendipity was busy, again, bless Her).
January will mark 11 years that we've lived together. Being apart this way just reinforces how much I need him and how good he is to me. It also reminds me just how much LDR's completely suck! I miss falling asleep with him, snuggled up against him. I miss our random conversations in the middle of the day (he's retired and I dally/work from home). I miss his quick gropes as he passes by me and his kisses. I miss our playtimes a LOT, of course, but I miss his companionship almost as much.
I guess I'm whining, but this is sort of an open love-letter too. I go home on Saturday, I know this isn't the end of the world and I'll be back in his loving arms soon. Absence definitely makes the heart grow fonder.
It's rather funny, considering we started out LDR with little to no prospect of ever meeting, then Serendipity stepped in and nudged us together. We spent nearly three years apart, a handful of months "dating" in the same area, and then he decided to move in with me (Serendipity was busy, again, bless Her).
January will mark 11 years that we've lived together. Being apart this way just reinforces how much I need him and how good he is to me. It also reminds me just how much LDR's completely suck! I miss falling asleep with him, snuggled up against him. I miss our random conversations in the middle of the day (he's retired and I dally/work from home). I miss his quick gropes as he passes by me and his kisses. I miss our playtimes a LOT, of course, but I miss his companionship almost as much.
I guess I'm whining, but this is sort of an open love-letter too. I go home on Saturday, I know this isn't the end of the world and I'll be back in his loving arms soon. Absence definitely makes the heart grow fonder.
