I really wish he could stay. I wish I could have him here with me all the time, not just every other weekend. I am such a disaster when he leaves, and probably will be all week since I don’t have this weekend to look forward to because I won’t be seeing him. Last week led up to me seeing him, and it was great! I was so excited and so happy! Weeks leading up to lonely weekends? Not so much. All I do is miss him. It’s rough. It’s just as hard, if not harder, as I expected it to be.
I know I have to get myself together. Especially given that I have an exam in less than three hours and another on Friday. Life, help me.