When He is away I get in the funkiest moods. 

I become somewhat of a rebel, with no care of the consequences that may occur when He returns. 

Sad. Upset. Scared.

Alone. Thinking that when He comes back I don't know when I'll see Him because He isn't coming "home" to me. Yesterday, I had a daydream that I was at the airport, awaiting His arrival. I remember feeling so excited when I saw Him. Falling into His arms.