Parting Once More

I'm laying in Oak Grove, Kentucky, just outside of Fort Campbell, in the most comfortable hotel bed by myself. It's almost 5am and Serge left a little over an hour ago. I'm waiting for the day when not seeing him will be almost painless, but I doubt this day will ever come. We spent the last three nights tangled up in each other, drunk with love and passion and kisses. These visits never last long enough.

Each time I see him he says to me, "I wish that we lived together." "I know. Me too," I reply each time. There is nothing I want more than that, in all honesty, and I have juggled with the fantasy of dropping out of school and him coming home to me every night -- even though I know that would never work. I love school too much, and doing nothing with my life would make me miserable. He knows this too, which is why he would never let me do it. There are times, though, where I would do it in a heartbeat. He always reminds me of how lucky I am to be going to college-- something that he wasn't able to do. I am lucky.

Whenever it is that I fall back asleep, I'll be waking up to a long day of travel. I'm to take an hour shuttle to Nashville International Airport where I will proceed to wait around for my flight back to Providence. My dad will luckily pick me up from there, and I'll come back to my house at around 11pm to sleep and wake up at 6am. My bus back to Burlington is at 8am on Tuesday.

I hope this sadness lifts by then. Usually the adventure of traveling alone keeps my mind off things.

I should sleep for my long day.