Thursday May 17th, 2018
Approximately 166 days to go
Suddenly the day didn't seem the same. My day seemed dull and very bland. I seemed to move robotically and only paid attention to the time. Time. Such a silly thing that we ignore most of the time and take for granted. Time had become my enemy. When I slept he was in the middle of his day. When I awoke he was barely going to sleep. When it was the middle of the day for me he was barely waking up. It was an odd feeling going through most of my day while knowing he was sleeping.
Normally we spent our days talking and sharing how our day went but now everything was different. We no longer spend our days wrapped into each other and that in itself is odd. My happiness has amounted to a few moments here and there and it hurts to know that this right here was my new reality that with no choice I had to accept for the next 5 to 6 months.
I had prayed. Something I had forgotten to do. He had made me pray. I prayed for hi safety and my sanity. I prayed for something that was precious and secret to only us. I had prayed for a blessing. I prayed god heard me. I had be felt the need to be closer to god. I no longer wanted to be broken hearted. I wanted to feel whole and loved. But life was never easy nor simple. At least not for me. I wondered how he felt. I wanted answers but was unsure if I would receive them. I begged and pleaded for this to go by quickly but already the minutes felt like hours, the hours felt like days, the days felt like weeks, and i was sure the weeks would feel like months and the months would feel like years but I would be ok. We would be perfectly ok. At least that's what I hoped for.
Days gone: 3
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