In fact, have the worst day of your life.
I wish you clouds and rain. Bitter cold and wind. Irritating people and chafing clothes. A hole in your soda straw and rodent raisins in your rice pudding.
Every day that your job, Her work, your family, Her family or an act of God forces you to be away from Her should suck. And, like the last hours before dawn after a terrible night, every moment it takes to be reunited with Her should seem an eternity. As much as I would wish everyone a pleasant life, I hope you may know how bad it is to be without Her so you can bask in the sun when you are reunited.
And make sure She knows.