How Not To Miss Someone

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. What they don’t tell you is that it can also make you insane. Being away from the one you hold most dear sometimes finds you staring blankly at the ceiling with a profuse amount of drool slowly making its way down your chin.

Possibly one of the saddest things that could happen to anyone of us is to be miles away from the one we love. As much as we’d always want to just keep them close and put them on a leash, certain life circumstances inevitably push us into dreaded situations where we or they have to be physically away for long periods. Sometimes it’s a job, school or the army which forces the one we love to pack his bags and fly off to distant lands.

Heart-wrenching as it is, we are left with no choice but to cope. So how do we do that, in between wiping off the drool and tears from our cheeks? Here are some things you can do to survive:

Hide those calendars. The more you count the days until you’re reunited with your love, the longer it seems.

Immerse yourself in reality talent shows. Who would’ve thought Simon Cowell can be therapeutic? You can spend hours cheaply amusing yourself simply by watching those singing or dancing shows. Don’t let anyone stop you, if you feel like joining the show yourself.

Do crossword puzzles. Do those which fill an entire magazine page. Stretch your brain to its limits.

Blog. If you don’t have one, comment on other blogs. What can be more fun than peeking into other people’s lives? Count. Okay, when it’s only a few weeks to go before your loved one gets back, then you can start taking out that calendar and counting the days. At least you’ll have something to look forward to.

But if you choose to go down the old beaten path of painting the town red with your friends and drowning yourself in alcohol in an attempt to numb the pain, that’s perfectly fine. Just take responsibility for that nasty, post-party hangover.

At the end of the day, no matter how busy you try to make yourself, you might still find yourself pining for your distant love. Once you hit the sack, that’s when reality hits you and the tears begin to trickle again. All you’re left with then is an aching heart… and a wet pillow.

This One’s For Him

DISCLAIMER:  Be warned that this post is high in cheese content.  If you cannot stand any more mozzarella or cheddar, then leave now.  Otherwise, read on and witness how this particular post rates high in the cheesiness scale.  I’m not particularly one who is comfortable exposing her feelings in a blog post, but I guess, exceptions are acceptable once in a while.  It’s not as if I’m washing my dirty laundry in public, because if anything, this post is akin to showing off my knickers in all their godly cleanliness.

I hardly consider myself a poet, so I won’t try to be one.  As much as I would like to write a much-deserved ode to Mr. SO (Significant Other), all I could come up with is a comprehensive list of why I love him:

  • He thinks about having my car fixed.   He gets up early in the morning to come over and give me a much-needed hand with car repairs.
  • His patience stretches far and wide.  He has continued to bear with my somewhat frequent emotional eccentricities.  He continues to love me despite my shortcomings, and accepts me for who I am, imperfections and all.
  • He is fiercely loyal.  Staying true to the woman he loves is almost tattooed on his skin.  It’s an unwritten rule for him to be faithful to the one he loves.
  • He is God-fearing.  A man who has a steadfast faith in God is, without a doubt, somebody who would never do anything to hurt his woman.  He has a conscience which works overtime at helping him discern which is right from wrong.
  • He speaks softly, but carries a big stick.  He is mild-mannered and slow to anger (well, maybe except when someone cuts him off at an intersection).  Silent waters do run deep, and he is one emotional and intellectual Marianas Trench- with a sense of humor to boot.

That’s enough cheese for now.  Obviously, I love the man to bits.  Happy birthday, Mr. SO!