When your boyfriend has a job that makes him travel for one month, allows him home for five days, and then takes him away again for another month…
Do not -
I repeat -
DO NOT -
Torture yourself by watching the opening scene of “P.S. I Love You.”
Because nothing makes the distance harder than watching two people act out the exact same drama, fighting, love, and craziness you wish you could have, especially on a Friday night in Spring.
I wish he were here to argue about who has to turn off the light.
I wish he were here to lecture about having a “plan.”
I wish he were here to tell me how crazy I am.
I wish he were here to eat sorbet with me in bed.
I wish he were hear to sing his made-up songs, especially the "My Baby..." one.
I wish he were here.
'Cause I could use a good frog crawl.
And somehow, sleeping in his tee shirt just doesn’t cut it.
Unlike Hilary Swank’s movie husband, at least my guy’s not dead.
Hey! Bright side!