He leaves today - Sunday, January 5. And like all of the other tortures I endure with him, I have to help with this one too. I'm driving him to the airport today, and I've been crying on the inside since Friday. I cried myself to sleep Friday night, wrapped in arms, wrapped in the warm comfort of his love.
I'm not a patient woman. I want what I want when I want it. And whatever this is that we have together, I want it to be permanent NOW. He has a few things to take care of, as do I. Waiting a few more months makes sense. I'm all too aware that a lot can happen in a short amount of time and that time can pass in the blink of an eye.
I have no doubt that I'll cry when I drop him off at the airport. I have no doubt I'll cry tonight when I attempt to sleep, alone and cold in my bed.
The past two weeks have flown by, over much too soon.