You do not leave for another four months but I can already feel my heart being ripped out, each tie slowly being severed, one by one by one. My bones will ache when you are gone. My heart will ache. My soul will ache. I will crave your strong hands around my waist and your stammering voice speaking much too fast and the way you look at me with a smile that is the very expression of love swelling within a soul. And I will crave for your lips on mine because I can not imagine a better, more beautiful thing. And I will weep in the depth of night in cold sheets because your body is not next to mine and that is not right because nothing is right without you. Nothing is right without you. 

Nothing is right without you.