leaving...

okay, so i'm not leaving but i think it's easier (in my opinion) to be the leaver instead of the leavee....

Mikey and I have often done long distance. We've had our fair share of goodbyes... he'd drive me to the airport, hug me goodbye, and send me on my way...

but today I was the sendee... the one left behind... the one shedding tears standing awkwardly at the security gate until Mikey's backpack and his head and every little ounce of watching him disappeared.

Blast.

27 days until my beloved is home.