What you don't know.

You don't know what I'm going through.

You don't know what it's like to climb into bed alone every night, after sharing a bed for years.

You don't know what it's like to keep your phone on top volume every second of every day so that you don't miss a call that only MIGHT come.

You don't know what it's like to count down the days.

You don't know what it's like to want someone to talk to, but no one knows what you're talking about.

You don't know what it's like to wait by the window for the mail to come, just in case you got a letter.

You don't know what it's like to have no motivation to do anything, because your entire world seems just a little bit off.

You don't know what it's like to hate going to work or school, because then you have to act like nothing is wrong.

You don't know what it's like.

You don't know what it's like to listen to other girls complain about not seeing their boyfriend all day because he's at work or school.

Try not seeing him for 3 months and then we'll talk.