I know I'm not the one who has the raw deal here:
I'm at my new house, in my own city, surrounded by friends who are begging to come over and hang out with me because they are worried I'll be lonely without Matt.
Matt is in Paris, where he barely knows the language, personally knows only 1 person, is not so good at cooking - especially while shopping in French, and while Paris is the European city he knows best, that's not saying a whole lot.
And yet I'm feeling sorry for myself because I am impossibly lonely and miss Matt incredibly.
Oh Matt, I just want to hug you, even more so because if I am this sad, I am that much sadder because I know you are worse off.
I love you honey, I can't wait to see you. Come home soon. December is too far away.