There are days that I feel like J and I are just two ships passing in the night.
This semester of his has been a tough one so far, and we are only a couple weeks in. He has some early classes, so there are many nights J is in bed before I even get off of work. It makes for a lonely night coming home to a quiet house.
Have you ever lived in the same house as someone and really missed them? We see each other — when one of us is sleeping. We talk to each other — through text. We knew this would come with the difference in schedules, but I don’t think you can ever completely prepare yourself for it.