It was hard, those three days of heartbreak. Now, however, that time has passed. In its place is the regularity of the schedule we were enjoying before all hell broke loose.
I feel vindicated in a way, like I’m not the abhorrent person I thought I was based on the reaction of being cut off from my partner. Take that, voice of self-doubt!
I go see her in 6 days, which I’m excited about naturally. Cross country flight. Night boy will need all his night skills for this trip.
I love her and I’m with her no matter what happens at this point. Good or bad, I love her.
Don’t let me go K.