Contradictory

Few will understand the pure misery
Of living beneath a mountain, next to the gorgeous sea.
Hardly anyone can know the never-ending hassle
Of spending months in a coastal town with its own little castle.
Not many can grasp the sheer consternation
Of living in a place that gets three hundred days of sun.
Nobody knows how fraught with pain
It is to live in a pretty pueblo in Spain.
Before you scoff or think me mad,
I'll explain my plight.
I'm nine hundred miles from the man I love.
Of my life, he is the light.
So if you sometimes see me struggling
To keep a smile upon my face,
Don't think I'm ungrateful
To be in this beautiful place.
But the things I most enjoy here
I long to share with him.
And even when I'm laughing and loving this life,
There's a longing deep within.
But almost halfway through we are now,
And the days, they're flying fast.
Just one hundred and twenty six more
And we'll leave "long distance" in the past.
I'll be sad, it's true, to pack my bags
And to my little town say goodbye.
But happy beyond belief to return home,
Into my lover's arms to fly.
So I'll do my best to be happy
And to appreciate every day
Until that wonderful moment comes
When from my love I'm no longer away.