I worry.

Will I be able to go two weeks without seeing you?

Perhaps under different circumstances, I would. But with yesterday's incident, I'm not too sure.

What's worse is not only will you not be around, but I'll have almost no way of contacting you, except online for ten of those days. I think the disconnect/lack of communication is what scares me the most.

But I promised. I promised that I would let you call the shots. I promised to ease off. I won't impose.

I'm just going to miss you, that's all.

 

It's funny because ten days hasn't started yet but it feels like you've already left. You're still here, but you're not really.