Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues

Jun 21, 2009 23:11

My heart breaks a little more with each passing moment. Victor is leaving around 2am on Friday morning with no definite plans of ever really coming back. Sure, Christmas here, few days vacation there, but never longer than that.

If there's one "issue" I'll admit to having it's abandonment. I hate when people walk away in a fight or come home later than they're supposed to. And Victor is just moving clear across the country. We're planning and trying to do everything to make this work, including web cams, vacations, and snail mail, but I don't see how I'm going to function normally and actually be in this relationship. I slept over his house last night and woke up next to him this morning, barely 16 hours later and I miss him already, he's coming over tomorrow afternoon... I'm weak and pathetic.

I thought I had so many other profound things to say, but all I hear is static. This is happening entirely too fast and it's way too hard to say goodbye. Buy stock in Kleenex.

sadness, victor

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