The first time you went away for 6 weeks, I didn't think it would be that difficult. We just started talking and we hardly met so I didn't think it was that big of a deal. But it was. It was way harder than what I expected. And every day, I piled up appointments/meet-ups/activities just to get that feeling away. I missed you terribly every day and I swore my heart almost burst when you called me the first time.
But you didn't need to know all of this because we were nothing back then. And I didn't want to appear overly attached. But I was, and I am. So no, I don't want to think about the upcoming 6 weeks agn. I don't want to wonder about the things that might happen. I don't want to ponder if the distance and lack of communication will cause any harm. I don't want to guess if you'd realize you're doing just fine alone and don't need me any more.
At least, I don't want to think about it now. I hate that heartache feeling so much. But wait, there it goes agn, every time I think about what's to come.
I think it's impossible to love someone more than this.
