Back to just us

Hard to describe the difference between when he’s here and when he’s gone. He’s a force of enthusiasm, ideas, music, chat, humour, talking over things trivial and important.  Not to mention I love him more than anything on this earth. 
But when he’s gone I go back to my life with just me and P - here we are with a blanket: I’m on my i pad commenting on other people’s blips. And she is just cuddling and purring.  So I’m back to my life which I have made here since he left nearly 12 years ago  to go to uni, with my friends, volunteer jobs, garden, allotment, books, music.  I am content.  But I do miss him for a while whenever he goes back  home.