i despise goodbyes

A few tears for fear of all things and a touch of the lips to keep me waiting as you leave on a jet plane to Japan.

This song has been on repeat for at least an hour or two. 

Pathetic as I may be, I am somewhat lost for words to describe this foreign feeling. Knowing that my main Swede will not be seen in my eyes for four weeks. There has been only but several days in the last five months that I have not seen him. Please suggest crafty and/or happy ways to pass the time.