Something in the last hour has got me all weepy. He's not here, and I want so much to tell him about what's going on. Since we started dating I don't think a single day went by that we didn't talk. We were on the phone constantly. It's just such a huge hole in my life - I teeter around the edges of it trying not to fall in, but balance is tricky. It isn't that I don't know what to do without him, it's just that it's never as much fun when I can't tell him about it.