It's been 6 months now, my husband work abroad and I miss him so much.
I’ve gotten myself involved in a few big projects, set some goals, and done all the things I’m supposed to do to make the time go faster. To make myself forget that I miss him.
But I do still miss him. I still want his hand to hold. I still want his eyes to look into. I still want to fall into his hug at the end of the day.
I want to share the laughing with him. I want to cry on his shoulder. I want to see him light up with delight at the joy our son bring him, and I want to share a little of the weariness and frustration that come along with the job of parenting too.
I want him. Plain and simple.
Distance thing is so awful that you barely have no choice but to suppress that feeling which pains you before you go to bed and when you wake up in the morning.Everything simply reminds you of him. The thought of him away and that it will take years for you be with him again is like a bad dream turned reality. Paranoia gets in the way but if you truly believe on your Relationship and the power of your love that you get through and his absence makes you love him more and more each day. Indeed my husband is my BEST FRIEND and Formidable Enemy at the same time that's why I miss my Hubby.
I miss you each day in my life, I miss everything about you, I miss your smile and your laughter, I miss your tender touch, I miss your gentleness and kindness, I miss you when you leave my sight, I miss you all the time
I miss you when you’re so far away, I miss you at my side, I miss looking into your your eyes, I miss your kisses and your touch, I miss your understanding, I miss you every moment, I miss you every second of every hour of every day.