I wrote this for my girlfriend who is going away for a week.. can anyone tell me if she'll like it?

I normally don't do this... but as I sit here knowing in my head that you haven't even left yet, I have become suddenly aware that already... something is about to be missing.. It's almost as if there is a great hollow deep down in the furthest gulfs of my core. I feel that I am beginning to slowly loose my connection with the parts of me that allow me to focus or to think rationally. I know that from me, the thought of me already missing you sounds stark raving mad.. I mean it's not like me to let myself be vulnerable to anyone.. but here I am.. I opened my windows last night seeking solace in the breeze that is normally soothing to my skin. It didn't quite touch me the same...When I tried to eat those gs I bought at the store this morning, although some may say it may just be my imagination, they just didn't taste as sweet.. I thanked God that he allowed me the opportunity to witness another day. And while I am grateful for each and every day that I recieve, in my heart I knew that today wouldn't be as lovely as any of the others I have experienced. The truth of the matter is that I started today with the knowledge that right at that point, that exact moment, in a mere 24 hours you wouldn't be around.. This simple truth made it harder to catch my breath today... I so wanted you to leave.. to just be gone.. Because the longer you stayed, the more my thoughts thrust themselves into the abyss of missing you... I surmised that as soon as you got on the plane, that your pending departure could immediately transform itself into the anticipation of your return.. A wise man said that missing someone gets easier every day because even though it's one day further from the last time you saw each other, it's one day closer to the next time you will. I love you, and I will be counting every 604,800 seconds that we are apart until you return to me..