It gets harder and harder to be without you for a day or a few days or a week. Some funny thing will happen in my day, or I’ll want to tell you something. Sometimes I send a text but usually I don’t. I know your time with them is important and precious, just as your time with me is. We try not to intrude on your time with each other, and so usually I wait. I’ll see you tomorrow or the day after that, and I’ll tell you all the funny things and the news then. But I miss her too, so sometimes I text her, not every time I want to or every time I miss her either, because her attention needs to be with you too.
It gets harder to not have you here and I know it’s harder on you, missing that home when you are here and this home when you are there. Nobody tells you when you’re entering poly how much time you’ll spend missing people. But they also don’t tell you that it’s a little easier when you think of this family you have made being happy.
When I think of you being loved as you should be… when I think of you happy and cared for and cherished, the ache is less. I’m happier then, thinking of you happy and loved. But I still kinda wish there were a few more of you to go around.