One week down, a bunch more to go

It's officially been one week since I last saw you. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but I've only cried once since you moved. I feel kinda bad about it actually, the fact that I haven't cried more, because it seems like all of our friends who are in long distance relationships weren't able to function properly for the first little while when their significant others first left. I would love to ask you what you think about this, but I don't know if I want you reading this blog yet. I like being able to write what I want without having to worry about making you feel bad about leaving, because we both know it was something that you needed to do. I'm sure eventually I'll show you this, maybe when I see you next, maybe at Christmas time, maybe never. Who knows? Regardless, I'm still missing you like crazy, wishing you were here to help me deal with the insanity that is my life. I guess thats all for today.

Two more days

Two more days. You leave in two more days. I am completely unprepared for the wave of feels I will most definitely have once you're actually gone. I get to see you tonight, and then maybe tomorrow, and then I have no idea when I'll be able to see you next.

This sucks.

I wish I had some sort of concrete timeline. So that I knew when I would see you next, when we would be in the same city next, but I don't.

Sorry that this is a depressing post, that's just what's gonna happen today.

I know this is short but I don't really have all that much to say

April 7th, 2013 diary entry

So as I said in my first post, I have written a few letters in a separate book that I wasn't sure if I wanted to put on here or not, but here's one from the beginning of April. That particular day the idea of you leaving hit me hard and this is what I said (fyi there were some tears on the page that I wrote this):

I wish I could ask you to stay, but I can't. And I never would, you need to make your own decisions and I don't want to hold you back or keep you from your family, but I wish you could stay. I am going to miss you so much I can't even imagine it. It hurts my heart just to think about it, even though your mom won't be coming to pick you up for another month. We still have a month, but with exams and everything that time will pass like nothing.

Please stay.

I love you.

Please.