Why is it that for the first time I am living alone and I hate it?

I feel like my heart breaks everytime I get home and no one is here to greet me.

I feel like my heart breaks each time I go to bed alone or wake up alone.

I feel like my heart breaks each time that I can blow dry my hair with the bathroom door open because there is no one there to wake up at 6am like there use to be.

I feel like that last 3 days have been taking forever and I pray that the next two fly by.

I pray that this weekend drags on as slowly as the last three days have felt.

I pray that we don't fight just because we have been apart.

I pray that his landlord picks up the phone.

I pray that the water in his apartment turns on and that the gas doesn't keep burning so fast (8% in 4 days)

I pray that if/when he moves from this icky place he is in now that the next place will work out better.

I pray that he isn't homesick and surives without getting too down on himself and working in the real world.

I wish I could have quit my job and moved down there with him.

I wish I could offer more support than just an ear ont he other end of the phone.

I wish it were August.