It's here.  February 2017.  I've been dreading this month for a year now.  I hated when the calendar switched to 2017, and now that the month shows 2, it means there is only one digit left to change.  Now only days remain until he leaves.  

I don't know how to explain how much I'll miss him.  I'll miss his mischievous smile, warm feet and drunk whispers.  Tailored suits, multiple selcas and finger hearts.  Lazy kisses, sofa snuggles and loving nights.  

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It's here.  February 2017.  I've tried not to count down this year.  I knew when the calendar switched to 2017, it meant there were only weeks left.  Only so many days to spend with him.

I don't know how to explain how I'll get through it.  He'll be with me in anticipated letters, longing lyrics and wistful conversations.  Joyous calls, secret memories and dreamed future.  Breathless kisses, ephermeral visits and frustrated nights.

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Will miss you.  Love you.