Well my dear, since you said that this is for whining and not being logical, I think I'm going to whine for a bit! This introduction is to warn you so you don't read the rest if you aren't truly bored, because it's going to go Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike.

I miss him. I haven't seen him for six days, and already I can only picture him in pieces and snapshots of memory. Granted there are millions of those now, but still--he's gone back to living through my phone and I hate it. And I have no idea for how long we'll have to be long distance like this. He doesn't plan the way I do, he's so go with the flow that it's difficult for me to plan anything, either. All there is for me to do is to sabotage the flow ;) though I don't know how to do that.

By the time he gets back from Yellowstone, I'll have two measly days with him before I, too, am back in Cedar. Vacation was good because it reminded me of how I love the nights there--cool, breezy nights full of starshine and magic on the green, green grass. But to be there without him will turn the nights into melancholy silence as the wind moans for its lover. Why can't I just have him?

I understand, I know that he has a lot to do, and that college is long and expensive...I've never been poor, so it's easy to be brave and optimistic. His family has experienced very hard times, so he's probably more practical in many ways. Bah! It takes me a long time to decide, but once I have I want to act. Waiting is misery, because when I really want something I can't just do something else while I'm "waiting." Waiting becomes the active part of my brain and then everything drags into impossible slowness.

Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike.

If you actually read through this, I'm impressed! You deserve some ice cream or something.