Lonely.

I haven't felt like this in a long time. He's right here beside me, yet I still feel all alone. He's leaving next Sunday for a week. This morning I joked that he might like being away from us so much that he won't want to come back. No nagging wife, no whining kid. He said very seriously, "Nah, I wouldn't want to live in the Philippines." I wish he'd said that he wouldn't leave us, that he couldn't live without us. I think that's what I'm yearning for... I want him to want me.