No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do
I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have you.
You’d think after about two and a half years of seeing my boyfriend for 3 months out of the entire year, I’d be used to it by now. I suppose this year has been somewhat easier, because there is knowledge at the back of my head that this is his last year there and that he will be back soon. Soon, is subjective, of course.
For the past 3 times he left to go back to school, it’d be in September. Every September I’d be upset (understatement of the year) when it was time for him to leave for London.
And after awhile, I’d be better. This was usually the middle of October. HAHAHA.
Things would be fine.. I’d be more used to the idea that he wasn’t around again. Until….. DECEMBER APPEARS.
Decembers have sucked for the past few years, simply because it’s my favourite month. Decembers are supposed to be all warm and fuzzy and slightly cool (weather-wise) and I guess, not having him around to share that with me just really really sucks.
Once the horrid December goes past, January is usually a little brighter.
In January, 3 months have since passed since he left! That seems like quite a feat, and makes things easier to bear.. because hey! That’s 3 months down from the 9 months it started with when he left in September.
And then February comes.
Februarys have been gloomy the past few years too, not because of Valentine’s Day please (he sends flowers! well, except this year HAHAHA).. but because it’s my birthday month and I am one of those people who loves celebrating their birthdays lah!
Random fact #23724: Did you know that I have never had a birthday spent with him before? 
So yea, February gets a tad gloomy for me because like December and Christmas-time, I want to be able to spend it with him. It also doesn’t help that over the years, more and more people have gone abroad or gotten busier, and basically no one is free to spend my birthday with me. Oh well.
Things usually pick up after February because by March, I’ve pretty much gotten used to him being away all over again and have random outbursts of “COME HOME SOON!!!!” and “YAY YOU’RE COMING HOME SOON!!!” Haha.
Time usually seems to zip by from March to May, which is when he’s usually back for summer holidays.. but of course, never as fast as when he is around. Meh.
But you know, aside from these months when I seem to be more affected by my boyfriend being 10,000km away from me, there are random days when I just miss him more than usual.
Not any special day, just days when I’d just like him to be around.. just to talk, to share what happens in my life, to just…. be around.
I miss hugs and kisses, I miss holding hands, I miss his presence and I miss phone calls where I can hear him clearly which don’t cost 30cents a minute.
I read or hear or see people whining about how their other half is away for like a week, or busy for awhile or they haven’t met in like five days or he’s away in camp, and some days I want to scream at how…. unfair (for the lack of a better word) it all seems. I know everyone has their own battles to fight, and it’s just not the same.. but I still feel like stabbing people on those days anyway.
It hasn’t been easy, and when people ask me how I do it, I usually respond by telling them I cry a lot. HAHAHA.
I’m just glad he’s coming home soon.. and that I’m going to go over for a holiday before he comes back. Even so, I miss bear hugs tremendously.
COME HOME SOON!!!!!!!! 
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