My boyfriend went back to the UK on Friday, and it feels weird to be alone again. It always feels like I've just imagined it all, although I know that I haven't. But we don't get to see each other that often to start with, and when we do get to spend more than a weekend together, time seems to fly. He was here for nine days, but it doesn't feel like it was actually over a week. What I know for sure, though, is that the next nine days will just drag on. As they always do.