lover come back

Just a little while ago, I dropped [my] Jeff off at Dulles; he's on his way out to the Bay Area via JetBlue to spend the next few days with his parents. Having been away myself this past Sunday through Tuesday afternoon, this week we'll only have spent a few hours together yesterday evening (during which he was packing and talking on the phone, and I was catching up with email and other tasks) and only about an hour again this evening (during which I was distracted by a near-blinding headache), as he'll now be away until Monday morning.

We've actually spent very little time apart since he moved in last fall. And, though I'm looking forward to having some alone time (though it turns out there won't actually be much of that, since I had promised my Mom I'd visit this weekend, which really only leaves me this evening before bed and then tomorrow evening), I find myself already very conscious of his absence--missing him already, as it were.