Once more you’ve left me. I’m sad and crying and my head hurts and my hair is a mess.
I’m not going to ramble on this time about how much I miss you; because I know that you know exactly how much I miss you. I’m not going to rant about how I can’t do this any more (because I don’t have a choice but to do this) and how I can’t wait to live with you.
You understand exactly how I feel right now.
All I’m going to say is that I had a wonderful time, as always, and I am already counting the days (there are 40- ish) until you’re here again. We’re one you leaving me time closer to being together properly.
I’m going to find the positives.
Kira has written 51 entries about this goal
Once more you’ve left me. I’m sad and crying and my head hurts and my hair is a mess.
The other day I woke you up by calling you and instead of being angry you told me that it was nice to hear my voice. It made me feel good.
Yesterday I found one of your hairs on my bed and it made me smile. On the phone you told me that a week on Monday and we’d be half way to seeing one another and it made me excited.
You make me happy, even when you’re so far away.
I wish I was romantic. I wish that I could tell you that I love you in lots of different ways and make you see just how much I love you. I wish I could say things that made you smile.
But I’m not romantic. I’m not creative and I’m not good with words. So when I say that I love you more than I can say I really, literally mean it. I cannot find any words or any way of telling you I love you as much as I do.
It’s been a week since you left. It still hurts just as bad. I still feel just as sad. It doesn’t get better and it doesn’t go away.
I want to stop this.
Thank you so much for letting me fall asleep on the phone to you last night. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.
I wish that I could do that every night simply so I wouldn’t get a chance to fall apart and go to a dark place any more.
Plus it almost feels like you never left.
Thank you for being you. I love you more than any amount of words can say and I miss you so much it hurts.
I am loneliest when…
I’m in bed late at night, alone, scared and panicking about the future.
I put down the phone after talking to you.
I’m completely alone with nobody to talk to except the cats.
I hear your voice on the phone.
I’m surrounded by people, none of them you.
Something has made me really angry and I can’t calm down.
I’m in the kitchen.
I’m sat on the sofa next to the gap that is your place.
You’ve just left and I can still feel your lips on mine and I can still smell you on my clothes.
I can still smell you on my pillow, weeks after you’ve left.
I find one of your hairs in the most peculiar of places.
I do something that reminds me of you; like getting petrol or walking around the shops or making a pizza.
I’m feeling good.
Crying into my pillow.
I smell something that reminds me of you.
You send me a picture of your silly face.
You’re in the kitchen and I’m in the lounge.
I’m in the bathroom.
You’re out with your friends and I’m worried.
I’m worried about something.
Everything seems to annoy me.
I’m so sad that I think I might burst.
I close the door when you leave.
It’s so cold that my teeth are chattering and I’m shivering.
I’m in the lounge.
Nothing seems to go right.
Everything seems to go right.
I’m in the car.
I wake up from a bad dream.
I remember how good you look when you tell me you love me.
Something bad happens to you.
I have something to celebrate.
I don’t get to talk to you.
Trying to get to sleep.
I don’t know how many days there are until I get to see you again.
Listening to music that reminds me of you.
I know exactly how many days there are until I see you again (but they’re way too many).
You’re in the shower.
...I am not with you.
I can’t do this any more. I can’t go through the sadness and the pain of it. I can’t bare to be without you any more. Everything I told you this morning I mean. I cannot do this any more.
But I don’t really have a choice. I’ve got to be okay. You told me that I can (and need to) be strong, so I will be. No matter how much I miss you, no matter how lonely I am I will be strong. For you. Because I have no other options. I cannot break down. I cannot collapse into a mangled heap of loneliness and despair. The only option I have is to keep going. Work, home, sleep. Work, home, sleep. Over and over and over again. Until you’re here again. Until I can feel okay again. Until everything is right again.
You make it all worth it. You make the monotonous, lonely and downright shit days between seeing you fade into insignificance when you’re here. You make me feel as if the world could be ending and I’d still feel like it’d be okay. Thank you Jamie. Thank for for such a wonderful time. Thank you for being here for me even when you’re hundreds of miles away.
You’re my favourite. I love you more than I can say. Come back soon, you’ve got a promise to keep.
I’m so glad that we got to spend a whole week together this time. But I can’t help thinking that it will never be enough. I hate the need to shove as much as we can into that time. I hate that it feels like a constant countdown until you’re gone. I hate that the time between seeing you is so long while our time together is so short.
I can’t help thinking that maybe we’re past this now. Haven’t we gone through enough of not seeing each other?
I’m so over my life being work, home, sleep, work, home, sleep and trying to fit conversations with you anywhere I can. It’s not enough any more. Our schedules conflict so badly. You go to work as I go home. You go to sleep when I wake up. Your days off are when I’m at work. I feel like it separates us.
I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know what’s going to change. But something has to. I know we can’t do this for much longer.
I’m expecting some very interesting cconversations regarding our future soon. I can’t do this much longer.
It’s Friday. You’re leaving on Sunday. I’m awake and you’re half asleep and grumpy because I opened all the windows and no. It’s cold and noisy.
I had three dreams last night, they were all about you. I don’t remember them too clearly but I know I was very happy to wake up and find you there (because too often I don’t).
I’m writing this so you know that this time I really truly don’t want you to go.
This time I have no idea how I’m going to cope. I don’t want to be without you any more.
I feel like something has to give now
Two and a half years is too long.
I was about to have a panic when I decided to take myself away from the thoughts that were triggering it and I tried to think of something to make it go away.
I thought about the fact that there are 59 days until we’re together again. 35 being school days. 7 weekends.
I thought about the fact that there will be things for me to do in that time. My job. Apprenticeship course work. Christmas shopping. Christmas decorations. Wrapping presents. Christmas day and boxing day.
I thought about the fact that it’s one turn of a calendar.
I thought about the things to do to keep myself distracted from the sadness and loneliness. Recipes I want to learn. Books I’ve got to read.
And I thought about my future. I can’t really visualise that far into it. All I can really see when I try to imagine it is you. Us. Doing things together. Going to interesting places together or simply just cuddling on the sofa watching TV together. Cooking together and sleeping together and you reading to me at night. I wondered if you would find this weird or sad or scary. I wondered if you’d pity me for only being able to see you as a solid part of my future or if you’d think me stupid. I worried over what you’d think and I wondered why you were all I could imagine. I guess it’s because you are the only stable thing in my life. I never know what is going to happen from day to day; whether tomorrow will be good or bad. But I always know that I will be loved and cared for by you, no matter what happens.
I feel somewhat calmer now- no longer like I’m going to panic and break down. I feel just as sad and just as lonely but my thoughs seem clearer.
I don’t know what is going to happen. I don’t really mind.
Tonight I had an awful tummy and felt super unwell. After talking to you, it’s better.
You make me feel like the most important person in the whole world. I feel special and loved and cared for.
I feel good about myself and I feel happy.
I love you more than I miss you. And I miss you so much it hurts.
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