Theres something that i cant quite explain

She looked out the fogged window and sighed. How on earth was she supposed to make it another week. There’s just no way in hell. She still can’t believe he left. Her love left for a month long trip and she couldn’t wait to see him. “One more week. One more week. He’ll be back soon, everything will be okay again. Just one more week.”

She looked out at the fog. Perfect weather to match her mood. It burned to be so alone. So without him. Thinking about whether or not he ever thought of her. Did he miss her as much as she missed him? She sure hoped not, this pain was unbearable.

The fog was lifting, the sun was shining through just slightly. Just enough to let light peek through the shade. She smiled a little. She hadn’t been doing that a whole lot this summer. Why did he have to leave. 3 weeks without him, One left to go.

She looked over her shoulder and saw the pictures of him. He was holding her in every single one. They hurt so much. So incredibly much to look at. She wasn’t sure why she kept them up. She wished he were here to hold her now. Instead of so far away. Unbearably far away. “One more week.” She whispered softly at the photos.

She paced her room looking for anything to comfort her. Nothing was fun without him. Nothing was easy without him. Getting out of bed each day was a struggle. It would be so much easier to just give up. To fall back down and give in to the idea of falling fast asleep, and staying that way. But she wouldn’t.

My mind wonders back to him. Where is he right now? What is he doing? Is he thinking of me? I hope he is now. I hope he is thinking of me. I just hope it doesn’t hurt him as much as it hurts me. It took me an eternity to get my mind around, “You aren’t near me.” Then another eternity for you to get back. Still gone. “1 more week.” Faint whisper, barely heard.

Another lonely seven days. Then I can see you. Be near you. Be held by you.