depressed

I miss him. In less than a month, he would have been gone for a year. The time we're apart is now officially longer than the time we were together. Isn't that just sad?

His birthday's next week. And as expected, we won't be celebrating it together. Maybe I'll call him. That's about the best I could do short of hopping on the next plane to go visit him. I wish it were that easy.

I really really miss him. It's pretty depressing thinking how far away he is from me. Patience never was one of my stronger points and the fact that I'm still holding on to our relationship never ceases to amaze me whenever I think about it. I guess I just really love him that much..