Kenny’s plane took off ten minutes ago and I’m not on it. No, not that I was supposed to be on it, it’s just that he’s going back to Georgia and I’m staying here, the way it’s been for the past two years.
You’d think saying goodbye and dealing with a long distance relationship would be easier after two years of sporadic encounters, but it’s not; if anything, it’s getting harder.
The two of us had an unbelievable time together during the past two weeks and we were lucky to see each other nearly everyday. In fact, it was almost like having a boyfriend who lived here! But now we go back to our countdown (26 days days possibly; 40 days for sure) and look forward to the next time we see each other.
Till then, I’ll truck on and continue my life of having a relationship thousands of miles and several states away, and I’ll be thankful for dating in the 21st century when I have devices like cell phones (what would I do without unlimited texting???!!!) and instant messaging.
Here’s to seeing my love again in t-minus 26 days…