He left today, another traveller arriving at a destination. We cried in the airport, as usual, and when I got home, I realized I was alone for the first time in a month. Not alone as in having an hour or two to myself, but alone as in no one around. Katie is back in Ft. Collins. I don’t know what to do with myself.
I only scheduled nine credit hours. There wasn’t much available, and nothing much I wanted to take.
It’s strange to know we won’t be getting tea anytime soon or that I won’t see his headlights pulling into my driveway. It hurts, actually.