I hate being so independent. In the beginning I missed you terribly and cried most night. Now I just feel so used to not having you around. Your absence so long that I've had to learn to live without you. I feel I can without much difficulty. It sounds harsh but its the truth. I feel myself forgetting what we had. When you do some back I feel I have to warm up to your presence again, get used to being in one another's space for the short period of time. Then after just a couple of short days you're gone again. I go back to living without you. Independence. The way I'm used too...