I am left alone in our flat for the week. It sucks. Usually I really enjoy being on my own, just having some time to collect my thoughts, have a bath, read all of the books that I love, gor for fast walks, listen to music, dance in my pj’s and drinks loads of tea (how very British of me).
Now its been several weeks of Paul and me missing each other though, and last week I saw him for about 4 hours. I miss him. That is the thing about living with someone, you get so used to their company and to having someone around, its a relief to be on your own sometimes. But then it hits you. You live together because you do not want to be apart. It is good in a way, the longing makes it all the better when you actually do have the same days off and a entire evening with a bottle of wine together.