Time to make an entry before I forget.

I just got off the phone with Ben and it hit me when I hung up that I probably won't be able to talk to him for a week.
Next week he will be off to France for Spring Break with his French class and that is about a six hour time difference and international.
Should be interesting. We went maybe a month and then some talking everyday. This week we have dropped off due to the fact that his power has been out and we only converse on the phone. Even with only the phone we still have our average chat time about between the things we have to do. I mean that is normal. Before the internets and alls people used tah only use da phone tuh talk and 'efore dat it wus thru letturs...and they dun take a long time tah git tuh yuh.
It is just interesting....meaning I am feeling strangely girly sentimental, okay? Yeah, I admit it. *covers face*

The weeks have gone by fast and it has already almost been two since I last saw him in person and will be another ten or eleven weeks before I see him again.
Gawd...that feels like such a long time actually thinking it like that. He is counting down in days which seems like less.
My heart kind of aches at that thought though. This week...ugh..it has been hard I must say. I keep having shadow touches and flashes of memory at random times. I am longing a little. I push it aside to the best of my abilities but I think it is also these days when I feel worn out/tired/worked are the days when I most want a pair of arms to curl up in and to hear the thrum of his chest on my ear as he talks.
It kind of sucks to be honest. Like, I know this is part of the distance thing but...it pulls. I knew it would be like this but it didn't really hit me before what it really meant. When I was home I think I felt it less. For some reason having him at school embedded him more in to me and thus the desire for him when slightly deeper as well and not just for the physical satisfaction part.
I walk around campus and I see everyday the places where we were. My mind lingers around them, changes path to be there, to remember, to trail the fingers through it. In the library I pass the place where he looked at the math book, touch the books he did. Though I do not understand the mathematical significance they hold meaning for me now just for the memory they hold.
It feels like a dream I keep remembering. I'm not sure I want it to fade or stay because when it stays I only want it to be real again that much more.

I can endure. I will endure.
I'll be okay.

Okay, time to get some more work done before bed.
Adios.
Peace.
~Lo

13 days of YFAT
5 days until The Warded Man
I am not adding a countdown to Ben.