Come Home Soon

I've been good with this whole long distance relationship thing. I knew it was going to be hard. I knew that when we started our relationship. I'm a quiet person. I like to observe people. In fact, I'm fascinated by people's behavior. My aunt had her annual Independence Day cookout yesterday, and everyone there was paired off, except for my aunt, six year old cousin, and myself.


I'm so happy that my family's happy. I'm so grateful that everyone has someone to love, someone to hold them at night. But I'm also extremely jealous. I don't get to have my man with me. I don't get to have somebody to whisper to at family functions. I don't get to be held at night. And I've been fine with that.


But now the Boss Man will be 45 minutes away in six weeks. Why am I not happy about this? Why have I been crying myself to sleep every night before the past two weeks? I have been fine with the months of separation between those few and far between visits. Now I have six weeks to go, and I've been questioning this whole relationship. Am I just nervous?


SheDaisy has this song, Come Home Soon, and I have always loved it. I heard it a couple of days ago for the first time in a long time, and it struck me like never before. I've kind of made it my motto. Here are the lyrics if you're interested:


I put away the groceries
And I take my daily bread
I dream of your arms around me
As I tuck the kids in bed


I don't know what you're doin'
And I don't know where you are
But I look up at that great big sky
And I hope you're wishin' on that same
bright star


I wonder, I pray


I sleep alone
I cry alone
And it's so hard livin' here on my own
So please, come home soon
(Come home soon)


I know that we're together
Even though we're far apart
And I'll wear our lucky penny 'round my neck
Pressed to my heart

I wonder, I pray


I sleep alone
I cry alone
And it's so hard livin' here on my own
So please, come home soon
(Come home soon)

I still imagine your touch
It's beautiful missing something that much
But sometimes love needs a fighting chance
So I'll wait my turn until it's our turn to dance

I wonder, I pray

I sleep alone
I cry alone
Without you this house is not a home
So please, come home soon

I walk alone
I try alone
I'll wait for you, don't want to die alone
So please, come home soon

Come home soon
Come home soon


I've been waiting for our turn to dance for so long now. Our turn is coming up soon, and I don't know if I'm ready for it. I don't know if I'll make it through these next six weeks. I want to be home. I want him to come home to me. I want him.