No pulse is no excuse not to dance

Sleeping alone for two more nights. Picking up Luke from the airport early Thursday morning. I took the day off of work, but I guess now he might have to work. He doesn’t seem too bummed about it. He also might have to work Friday, even though we had plans to do couples yoga for Valentine’s day. Oh well. I mean, a couple days ago, he said if he had to work he’d find someone to take his shift, because he really wanted to spend all day with me when he got home. Now he’s just like, oh well - might have to work. 

Whatever. What’s a few more days without him right? At this point, I start wondering if I even miss him anymore. The first few days were hard, and it always is for me. But now I’m just used to him not being around. A part of me feels like, at this point, I’d be unaffected whether he came back or not. What the hell is wrong with me?