Stolen from Meg, suites my mood perfectly.
...She walked to her car and pressed herself into the seat. Slowly, she placed her forehead against the steering wheel and cried. She cried because he had only been gone a few hours, yet she missed him unbearably. She cried harder because he was supposed to be there-supposed to be there holding her and telling her everything was going to be ok. But he wasn't. He was following his dreams.
And the one thing that broke her heart the most wasn't the fact that he left. It was the fact that his dreams didn't have anything to do with her.