I miss him already. It doesn’t matter, because he could be gone for years at a time and I would be okay, knowing it’s reciprocated is enough to keep on truckin’ happily. I guess knowing someone is having a rough time and knowing there is not much you can do about it because you’re so far away makes missing someone a tiny bit more difficult.
It’s exponentially easier when I’m busy. For obvious reasons, I don’t have time to think about it as much, and I’m so tired I’m not staying up late wishing I was somewhere I can’t be. If I do think about it though, like right now, and really examine it, it’s unexplainable how much I want him to be sitting next to me right now.