It's the 8th time I am turning in my bed. I just can't close my eyes and sleep like everytime, it must be because I got used to his warm arms holding me in the sleep, and now that he isn't here spoiling me with his affectionate ways, I can't manage to fall asleep.
It's been a week since he left, but it feels like a whole month passed, every second is killing me.

I remember it vividly, our last decent conversation. He was telling me that it was an important bussiness trip, that he didn't want to leave me and go, and he was sorry that he couldn't do anything about it. I told him that the main problem wasn't that he was leaving again, (it was!) but what bothered me was that it was the exact week of his birthday. I had prepared something for that day, but now it was all useless. I was just so angry, not at him, but at myself, always so excited about things, it felt like I was the only one who cared for this little particulars. I know he cared too, but I was too engared to even listen to myself.
"Hey, don't get sad, please, I know it disappoints you but please don't get so upset"
"Fine, go" - he wrapped is arms around my waist and looking in my eyes he says with a pout
"No, I want you to say it smiling"
"It's okay, you can go" - I said putting on a fake smile that he saw right away.
"Hm, that's not my girl, I want a sincere smile."
The affection in his words, in his ways, melted me. As soon as I met his eyes I realized I was getting teary, and when I started talking, a sob escaped from my throat, and he hugged me right away, resuaring me that he'll take care of himself, that he'll call me wherever he'll find some time.
"But I'll miss you so m-much and you said you wouldn't go away last time, y-you jerk"
"Fine just cuss at me as much you want, but don't cry, it breaks my heart" - he said leaning toward my face and kissing away the tears that moments before were...