Long Distance Sucks

I miss the Boss Man so much it hurts. I know, it's a sappy line, but it's true. I miss the way he smells, the way his arms wrap around me, and all I could think about was: Long distances sucks. It never feels like we're going to be together, and we will be in August. Then there are the visits.

The Boss Man's visits are wonderful, albeit too short. He'll come up to see me on a Friday night, and then he'll have to leave. It doesn't do good things for my emotional well being. The Boss Man assures me we won't always be doing the long distance thing, but it feels like it. It feels like he's never going to hold me, or whisper my name in that yummy way he has. It feels like we're never going to be together.

I hate being away from him. When he's not here, I have to pretend to be happy when all I want to do is wallow in misery. But, I can't. I don't want my family to be as miserable as me, and, if I didn't pretend to be happy when he's not around. I'm not saying I'm never happy when he's gone, but I hate most of family, so being happy is quite unlikely.

I hate not being able to feel his arms wrapped around me; it's the only time I feel safe enough to relax. I'm a hugely paranoid person, and when The Boss Man wraps his arms around, when I'm with him, I don't have to continuously look over my shoulder; The Boss Man does it for me. He protects me.

I hate not being able to cuddle with him when we've had a bad day. He makes everything so much better (well, until he goes and agrees with something my mother said, and then I'll get in alot of trouble, another post for another time). He makes this abnormally crazy family of mine seem manageable. He makes everything seem, and feel, better.

Everything that I hate about the long distances in this long distance relationship, I love about him. I don't want this blog to turn into a simpering crying fest all the time, but it feels good to rant for a little bit.