I miss my best friend

It's a mystery how two lives can be woven together in marriage. The old bit, "two become one" keeps ringing in my ears. It's not as if I can't breathe or sleep or eat. I'm not talking about codependence here. I will even admit, at times, it can be nice to come home to a quiet house, to be independent, to be alone. But most times, I look forward to coming home, to share my day with his, to hug him tight and kiss, to love and be loved. It's the little things that well the sadness up in me. There have been little victories in breadmaking this week and little defeats in denture making and both cases have left me with the same thought.

I can't wait until Korey gets home. 

I just miss my best friend.

Go from me.  Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforth in thy shadow.  Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore--
Thy touch upon the palm.  The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double.  What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes.  And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning