I’m tearing up still even as I type this. I’m really having a tough time regaining my composure here. The crying has been non stop for a couple hours before he left even. It really got rough when he walked up the stairs, bag in hand, looking ready to leave. And when I stared in the rearview mirror until he was completely out of sight; narrowly missing a car that passed me.  I completely lost it. It was even worse when I walked into an empty house. I’m just now recovering from some bat shit crazy hysteria. Here I thought I was better than that. Pfff.

I know I’m going to see him again, but I didn’t really realize how lonely I was until he was gone. We’ve been together every waking moment for a week and a half. I’ve never had such a tough time detaching myself from someone. 

I can honestly say now without any doubt that I’m in love. And it sucks. For now.