Ripping in the heart

Yesterday I was yelling to the sky: “I am in love.” Today I am suffering from heart ripping, AGAIN. If I am not sick, I will possibly leave with him. Unfortunately, I have to stuck in Australia for at half a year. I can’t imagine life without his caring: the moments I am shivering when taking the pills, the times I am feeling nausea, the time of cram from lowing in iron … the most horrible thing is I don’t know when we will see each other again. Three months? Half a year? One year? Can we wait? Can I wait? I am not confident to wait because I know I always change, significantly.