This waiting is breaking me... already

It's been 15 days and I'm missing you like mad already. I can still picture your beautiful face in my mind, you being so innocently unaware of the effect you were having on me. I still have 350 days left to wait and I can see it now, each one is going to kill me more and more. I remember you stood there in your T-shirt and your shorts, you looked like you'd rather be anywhere but there. I realise it now. I should have spoken to you there and then but the thought of inevitable heartbreak if I didn't never crossed my mind at the time. It hurts even more when I think about all the things I'll have to go through in the next year whilst I wait. Thinking about it makes me realise just how short life really is and how much you should treasure your opportunities and take them whilst you still can. You never know if you're going to get that second chance... Although I'm almost certain that you will, what if you never come back? You really don't know how much that would destroy me. My feelings are getting deeper and deeper by the day, I'd go and find you. In all the time I'm waiting for you to come back, I'll have received my GCSE results, got my certificates, been on holiday, started 6th form in September, turned 17, started learning to drive, celebrated Halloween, Bonfire night, Christmas and the New Year, seen my family turn another year older, done my AS level exams (so done half of my A Levels) and settled down in a job.

I hate my life right now. Come home, baby. I miss you
350 days to go!
Emily