As the date of his departure approaches, I find my thoughts turning away from being happy, and more towards being scared.
I didn't realize how hard it would be for me when he left.
I'm trying to focus on the positives (it's only four months till he's home for good, and I see him next month for ten days or so) but they are becoming harder and harder to see. I really don't want him to go.
This afternoon I went to the mall for some retail therapy and bought some jeans. I'd rather have Trevor.
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