Sep 24, 2010 00:46
So, I have the beloved's leaving present right here, and I have the letter paper I'm going to write him a short note with next to it.
And I physically cannot pick up the pen and write anything. Nerves/worry/sadness has struck me dumb. I shall be sending the last full day with him tomorrow and will probably do my usual thing of acting fine/happy/joyous, whilst inside I kind of panic and overthink things.
And then he leaves on Saturday, to be 4 hours away. Where I shall only see him two days a month.
God. This has been the best summer of my life, and the best relationship to boot. (And there I was thinking it was just a winter romance. heh.)
SOMEONE PLEASE KILL ME.
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In other news, having a religious family is quite terrible at times. Apparently, as I am not religious, I cannot have morals or principles that can stand up to theirs. Because the existence of large invisible being somehow grants them superiority. Yeah, I'll stay godless thanks.
real life