Mark and Me

Mark got a job, and his schedule is opposite of mine. We've been in this situation before, but it's much worse now. This is what I wrote about it:

When he goes away, my life is on hold.

It isn't that I don't have fun - I can go to a movie and enjoy it, or
shop without his constant pull - but it's not the same.

After eight years, we've gotten to the point where I'm never entirely
happy without him.

Maybe if I had never met him, I wouldn't know the
difference. Maybe I would think this was happiness.

But it's too late.

I look forward to him when I get up in the morning, and I watch
out the window for his cab at night.

He makes me laugh from my diaphram, and with his kiss on my forehead I
know everything's all right.

Sometimes, I can tell that we are thinking the same thought.

Peace