I spent two weeks waking up every morning to this face. It was the happiest two weeks of my life.
Yesterday morning, I had to say goodbye. My heart feels like it’s in a million tiny pieces right now. He tells me, and I tell myself, that the separation is only temporary, that as soon as I’m cleared to fly I’m headed in his direction. My heart still feels so broken. The distance in our relationship was difficult when I had no idea what it was actually like to fall asleep in his arms, or be able to reach out and touch him, or kiss him. Now, though, I know those things, and I know exactly what it is to be missing them.
It’s okay. It’s only for a while…
Very little went according to plan. It’s quite a long story, but we were forced to spend our two weeks in a hotel. We didn’t really go very many places, essentially just out for food & supplies. Even so, all I cared about was that he was there, with me. He swears it was the same for him; that everything that went wrong doesn’t matter at all.
He makes me ridiculously happy, and I am, as far as I can tell, the luckiest girl in the world.
Oh, but I no longer have a boyfriend.
I have a fiance.