I never know what to say here. I hate it when we have to be apart. I wear his shirts, snuggle my stuffed goat, get sniffly a lot, and sit up until stupid hours of the night to avoid having to go to bed by myself for as long as I can. I don't sleep much without him anyway.

The problem is, although I hate being apart from him, I know we have it far better than many other people. So I feel like I can't blog about how badly I feel without worrying that I'm whining about what is essentially a small problem in the great scheme of things. It's only five more weeks until I see him again.

It still sucks, though.