I miss my sailor.

My significant other is thousands of miles away from me, and the emails and packages back and forth make things worthwhile, but I miss him physically here with me, singing softly in my ear before we fell asleep at night, just waking up to find his hand holding onto mines. Looking up to see that smile and holding a conversation as the sun came up. Him leaving was hard on the both of us and the constant skyping, phone calls and text were helping us manage. But being underway sucks the most. Out there in the middle of the ocean, unaware of where he might be or where he’ll end up, for how long. The emails are getting less frequent and he’s been stressed with all the work he’s having to do. He can hardly sleep anymore and gets three hours a night at the most. Him and I both. He’s upset having to be away and I can’t help but think maybe it’s because of me. He has someone back at home for him, waiting for his return other than his parents. It’s hard realizing we won’t have a normal relationship for another 4 years. He keeps convincing me we’ll get there and his words are sweet, but also sincere. He’s changed so much from the guy I used to know. He’s different and he makes me smile, telling me he changed for me, because I’m not like any other girl he’s met. It sounds so cliche, but it’s us, my happiness has found it’s way out, let me just cherish this moment.

@3 months ago with 4 notes