If wishes were fishes, I'd make seafood soup

I miss my boyfriend.
I have this sneaking suspicion that he doesn't believe me.
I think he might think I only care about Emma and Dave, but it isn't true... it's just that he doesn't throw out objections when I say I miss them or ask after their care.
He does call. And he listens. But I am not sure it matters so much to him.
I, on the other hand, am involved in a relationship in the first place because I want someone to hold onto at night. Someone to stroke my hair, nuzzle my neck and sling an arm over my waist while we sleep.
These things he does exceptionally well.
And I miss his odd and silly sense of humor, his beautiful gait while running, his brilliant smile when the dogs make him happy, his ability to surprise me, his work ethic, his tolerance and the list goes on.
But mostly, I think, I miss his support.
He's at his sister's, where he's comfortable and welcome. And telling him I am upset with him for this is a no-win situation. If I tell him I wish he put me on a higher priority plane than his sister and her family, then I sound like a jealous, bitchy bimbo. If I tell him I understand and support his desire to see them, then he won't know how much I wish he were here.
Either way, my feelings are what they are. I miss him. I wish he were here. I wish I knew how to make him understand.
Maybe I need a well....