I can put up with a lot of shit that this long-distance relationship causes. I have accepted going to couple’s dinners by myself, sleeping next to an empty pillow, missing out on exciting things he does with his friends, watching “our” shows alone, and seeing couples in love on the bus without him there to satisfy my need for a kiss. But when he is supposed to come tomorrow, and suddenly it turns out he doesn’t. My heart breaks in an instant and I miss him more than ever.