I miss him, specifically the deep calm of his voice. He embarks today on 4 days in the field without communication capabilities. In this moment, I detest desert training, the rigor of the Army, The War, and every inch of distance that separates us. I'm still working on tapping into a mature approach to him being gone. I obviously haven't yet mastered the method. And so ensues another solitary night spent gripping pillows that never feel the same and dreams that lead to early morning let-downs. My head-over-heels heart is lonely.
Because change eventually becomes routine, this will become easier...sadly, not tonight.