Not again.
Work is something that separates spaces between him and me. I try to grasp every possible reasons why I should understand his situation where he is in right now. Right, it is work, more important than spending time having conversations with me. Work, which is very important in all aspect of where his position is right now. Work, where he dwells half of his living everyday. Work, taking serious parts of him from me, physically, and emotionally. And work, I can never ever take out from him, so I must not get in the way...Never. And I, of all people must try to understand that. I should. I have. I am. I really am.
It saddens me. Very. Lonely.
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