4:47 a.m.: Still bawling

It is 4:38 a.m.

I'm aware that I should be asleep. I'm aware that outside my window there is nothing but darkness and silence, with the exception of Seth's Trooper backing out and heading back to Tennessee.

I am of course bawling. He's prepared me for the fact that he would have to leave to tend to some things at home before a permanent move north for the past two weeks. Logical Amy not only says this makes sense, but encourages this trip home.

Emotional Amy is of course hugging her boxes of Kleenex for dear life.

And yes, I mean boxes not box. It's that bad.

Monday will mark our 9 month anniversary. It's shocking to me that we're still in the single digits when it comes to our time spent together. I feel like I've known him forever and obviously have decided that I want to know him forever. 

Two weeks in Tennessee seems like a short amount of time when forever is involved. Again. Emotional Amy = hugging her boxes of Kleenex.

It's not as if I have a lack of things to do in these next two weeks. I have story assignments to complete, masses to play at, an apartment to clean, phone calls to be returned, nights out at the bar to be had, books to be read. A Wii Fit to exercise with.

I still have two legs, two arms, my soul and my brain. My heart's still there too. Aside from this ripping in half sensation. I'm still Amy. I'm still the Amy I was 9 months ago before Seth walked into my life. So I'm not sure why this should be so hard, when all the things that kept me happy and content nine months ago are still there. 

Then again, logic defies emotional Amy. 

And thank goodness, it would appear sleep will too.

Good night.