I know HOW to do this, it's just the actual act of doing it is what makes it hard.

I am not afraid he will not come back to me anymore.
It's just this waiting that is killing me.

I know he needs to spend a decent amount of time reflecting on himself, and also enjoying time alone and without me. And I totally support that. I agree that he needs it. He's been pretty wound up lately. I think it's his quarter-life-crisis.
He said he has a lot of things he needs to do. He's mentioned quitting cigarettes. He's also mentioned that he doesn't need pot anymore, that it's a childish phase of the past. And I know if I give him this time without interruption he will find his own inner strength, and follow through on what he wants.

But pour moi, mes amis, c'est tres difficile.

I am a woman. And as such, I cannot stop thinking about sinking back down in his arms and just enjoying each other's simple company and the level of comfortability we have achieved in our relationship.

It's not about the deep connection, or the butterflies when we get intimate.
We've done all that. We have all that.
There is no need to wonder about weather it's there or not, because it is, and it was established a long time ago.

It's been 3 years. 3 years exactly this month.

I just miss him. Plain and simple.

And I suppose I will take this time to enjoy the company of my own friends. Continue to live my life in the mean time.

It's all I can do, really.

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