There were a number of things that factored into this decision, none of which I'm going to get into right now.
I can't believe it's only been three days. It feels like it's been at least two weeks. I don't feel motivated to do anything at all. Even my Saturday night, which is normally reserved for dancing, has been overtaken by my desire to sit around and mope.
I remember this feeling. Long distance sucks. At least this is long distance with a set end date, and a few visits scheduled in between. I'm hoping to go up to visit in November. Along with him I'm wanting to see Sarah, Sherrie, Evan Daniel, dad, and the rest. He comes back in December to visit. He's back for good at the end of April.
It feels like half of me is missing. But I'd rather this than to have never met him. For him, I'm willing to wait.
posted by Lisa @ 8:42 PM
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