“Okay, well I should go now,” said my boyfriend, which turned me into a hot mess. As soon as he said those words, I just couldn’t stop crying. I mean, how could I? The next time I’m going to see him is four months from now. Four months from now! Wait, what?
Oh god, what am I going to do every weekend? Who am I going to hug after a shitty day at the office? Who am I going to cuddle with at night? And more importantly, who is going to cook me dinner? What am I supposed to eat! Does this mean that I actually have to make my bed and sleep in it now?
Okay fine, I guess I can’t complain. I knew this was a long time coming. My boyfriend is a merchant marine and ships out for months at a time for jobs. But ever since we met, the longest that he’s shipped out was just a month. Because, well, he didn’t want to leave me.
Last night was the first night that he’s been gone. Since my DVR is at 98 percent, I’ve been glued to the TV ever since. But every time I watch Lena Dunham kiss a boy on “Girls,” I cry. She gets naked. I cried. When I saw Jess finally hooking up with Nick on “New Girl,” I cried. God, I cried when Naomi told her geeky husband that she loved him on freaking "90210!" I even cried during the series finale of "Jersey Shore." I mean, who cries during Jersey Shore!?
On the bright side, when he comes home in July, he gets a crazy amount of vacation time that’ll run through the holidays. And he’s also making a whole lotta cash!!
Besides, missing each other makes the heart grow stronger. Because I already miss him like crazy and it’s only been two days that he’s been gone!