It happened. It wasn’t glorious, it wasn’t overly dramatic. I just stood there and let it happen. It’s not as if I didn’t know this was coming, I knew. I knew well. It was more that I was expecting myself to react differently. I was expecting to cry, to be overwhelmed with feelings of dread and despair. I know in two weeks, he’ll be back in my arms. Just two weeks. 14 days. It seems longer than it actually is. I can do this. I can get through these times. I have been alone before, I can do it again. I know I can. I didn’t think I could conquer that huge lab assignment that I had today, but I did it. I can be alone. I can handle things. When he kissed me goodnight, he said if I needed anything, I was to call. Not to hesitate to call. Again, easier said than done.

Everything is up to me. Everything is going to be because of my decisions and my actions. It’s not easy to think about that, but it is the way things are going to be now that I am here alone. I’m not going to like this, but I can do it. I have to. I know I can.