As much as I am a worry-wort, I don't actually like to worry.
When i'm nervous, I understand it. I clean, I jitter, and I know. I have control of the situation: or rather, as much control as a nervous person can't.
But worrying...it makes my stomach hurt. It gives me a headache, and most of all, it makes me more than nervous.
I haven't heard from Dave in more than two days now, I believe. Two days, big whoop. It's kind of frightning. He's in another country. What if something happened to him? What could I do? Is he alright?
I know he's probably going to get on soon and then I'll be thinking that I'm a complete idiot for worrying so much. But I miss him. I miss him terribly.
We've been seperated before, so I knew what this was going to be like. And really, it's a lot better than it was last time. I miss a lot of things though. Not just his kisses and his smile, but the little things. And I miss sleeping next to him. I miss curling up against his back. I miss waking up beside him or watching him sleep at night.
It's been almost a month since I've seen it. And it'll probably be about a month until I see him again. I have awhile to go.
I'd be better if he just called....
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