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Mister G went to China for a week and he’s coming back tomorrow So yes I’m all happy that he is coming back to me tomorrow. I’m making a mountain over this, but for the past week, I’ve felt something missing. A little piece of me was apart from me.

This is not meant to be perfect. It’s a sketch..

Sure we see each other every day. To the point where he doesn’t understand why there are certain things like me calling him and wanting to talk to him during the day, even though i know i’m going to see him anyway. I made it a point where, I would at least communicate or hear him – on my part that is – at least once a day.

“Why do I do so?” a friend had asked me.

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Simply because, I want to hear him. Is it not alright for me to want to hear the person that I love once a day? Maybe on some level you can call it clingy and obsessive much..But it makes me feel nice when I do hear him. Granted because on the occasions I call I want to be all lovey dovey and he doesn’t have the time or think there is the need to be so. I suppose the other reason is because anything can happen in life. Anything… some things happen and are gone in the blink of an eye. That said, I’d like the thought that in the days when we are with one another, they are nothing but happy ones. It’s living in the moment, and you’d rather not waste that moment. What if it were the last time we saw one another…of course you wont think it but just what if?

I’m a sentimental fool.

He was gone for a whole week, and because I knew i may have the tendency to be ‘clingy’, I used this time to really make sure I didn’t talk to him. Not talk to him as in, no sms and no calls to him. I know he would not call me, so i prepare for that mentally and try not to think about it. Before I would call him…It didn’t matter where he was whether he was in the same country or not. I’d call him…I needed to hear from him.

I suppose it is true what they say, distance or time does make the heart grow fonder.

I look at the chair next to me, he’s not there.
I look towards the empty room upstairs, he’s not there.
I look at the still car outside, he’s not there.
I look at the clothes that are about, he’s not there.
I look at the picture on the table, he’s not there.

Yes, it’s only a week but I miss him. i know some people have distant relationships for a much longer period, but this has been the first after a long while that we’ve been apart. So in my own context, I miss Mister G. Least I know I can survive if I don’t hear from him.

Even so… I still have a missing piece…