The worst feeling is when he leaves me Monday mornings for his usual early flight. He wakes up around four, and very silently walks out the room, like he's sneaking out. The reality hits me: "He doesn't live with you, remember?" Needless to say, I feel abandoned each time. I hate it, and he can't help it. The poor guy just tries to be quite as a mouse, and I'm already with my claws out.
The best feeling is when we haven't seen each other in ages (that is: a couple of weeks). Every word he says feels right, every conversation feels like the best we'd ever had. Everything falls into place. Each and every heavy feeling I've had for the past couple of weeks is forgotten within the first minute we're together, and I'm in euphoria for the the next couple of days.
Can anyone out there tell me whether I have an serious addiction that I don't know of?
