I miss my husband. He's down in the Pine Grove with our son. May I still refer to our neighborhood as the "Pine Grove" even though all the pines are gone now?
After my mother died, my LH spent three weeks at a professional school out West. I didn't know what to do with myself. We'd never been apart from one another for more than a week but I survived.
I'm not a clingy person. Really, I'm not. I'm just happier when I can see my LH every single day.
We talk on the phone when the phones work (our local phone company will be happy to repair our home service by the third week of November, let's give a 'shout out' for incompetency!).
My LH is my favorite person and the one whose perspective I rely on when life is chaotic.
If you see him, tell him I miss him.