Gosh, this place is empty without him. I keep expecting him to walk through the door.
He'll be boarding his plane now, getting ready for his long trek home. The first leg is 12 hours to LA, then another 17 or so of layovers, flying and driving to see him safely home.
It'll be at least 30 hours until I can see his face again.
I last touched him two and a half hours ago.
I miss him.
Zak - thank you for the best 17 days a girl could ever hope for. See you soon.
workspace = my dining room table! We don't have many 'big' dinners anymore - so I've taken over the table for the time being. Thanks for stopping by my journal! I appreciate your support and positive comments!
Nobody is an expert at that sort of thing. We just have our own ways of dealing. I apologize if I sound like I know everything there is, because I don't. But I try to stick to whatever truths I've found, one being that it'll hurt every time, but it won't hurt any less the more it happens; you'll just know how to cope with it better with each time. This is pretty much an exercise in resilience as much as it is a relationship.