2 more days until he gets back. Just the thought of having to exist for another 48 hours without him makes my skin crawl. I guess I should be happier... and don't get me wrong, I am ecstatic. I'm just impatient. And nervous. What if he comes different than he was before? What if he's not excited to see me? Well, if the latter is true then there really is no hope in the world... at least for me. I mean, I have literally been thinking about our reunion since the day he left. It's the last thought on my mind before I fall asleep, and the first thought on my mind when I wake up. I can't escape it. I'm afraid that I've hyped it up too much... and that when he sees me he will only be mildly content... whereas I will be a blubbering hot mess.
Then again, I do shit like this all the time. I doubt myself. I know that he loves me, but it's just been so long since I've seen him that I almost don't know what to expect when I pick him up on Saturday. Hopefully there are no surprises when I tackle him out of excitement :)
I just want him to be as happy as I am when meet (and believe me, that is no easy task). For now, I guess I should get back to work, and try and distract my mind with sad music, general education requirements, and maybe even some postcards. After all, 2 days is nothing... especially after already waiting 26...
