My Missing

Today's word: forjuts; the pieces running up between the fingers of gloves.

Since my boyfriend has been away, I've been just blindly filling my time. I've spent loads of time just playing pointless games, on the computer, or just watching TV. I have a pile a of books I've been dying to get through, but reading means using my brain, which means I'm aware that he's not here. It takes me hours to go to sleep every night because I'm thinking of him.
I love him more than I have loved anyone before, and I can't help but find it strange. The relationship I have with him is strange because it's healthy, something I'm not use to. Every Wednesday, I email him. I don't usually get replies, but that's because he doesnt have enough computer time, and well he doesnt always know what to say. But he has in the past, and that's what counts.
On my hip I wrote He Loves Me in blue, his favorite colour. The last time we were together, he saw it. He smiled at me and said;" He does". He still seems a dream to me. I wonder what I seem to him?

Xavier Rudd My Missing Lyrics:
I See you sleeping

only in my mind
I have been away alone this season
I waste so much time
Thinking of when I would
hold you gently
And I'd look into your eyes
And I would be the one to
calm your shaking
When you would cry

I miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
So miss you in my life

You hide your answers
within every smile
Time and time again I'd lose my chances
To reconcile
Even if I had my time over
it would take a while
To reveal all my best intentions
That I let slip by

I miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
So miss you in my life