It's not that we've not been separated before. The early years of our relationship was a long distance one, with him at one end of the globe and me on the other. One would think that I would have gotten the hang of it by now and saying goodbye to him would be a piece of cake.
I wonder how the wives of busy travelling husbands do it? How they keep up a brave front and hold the fort all by themselves? I really admire their strength and perseverence.
Seeing him board the bus to the airport reminded me of the first time we parted as a couple. I was at the train station waiting for my train after we had said goodbye to each other. As I sat there waiting, my mobile indicated that I had received a text message. It read, "Look behind you".
I turned and there he was, at a bus stop behind the train station. Of course, we were separated by the road, filled with heavy traffic so there was no way we could shout anything to each other. I remembered how happy and sad I felt at the same time.
Guess what? I still feel the same way about DH now. Despite the many trials we went through (and are still going through) as a couple, I can honestly say that I love him just as much, if not more, than the first time I fell in love with him.
8 days isn't too long a period, is it? He'll be home soon.