September 2nd, 2007
Four months in France
The time finally came to say good bye. James left to study abroad in France for four months, and it took less than five hours after seeing him off to break down into tears. I kept telling him for the past week that everything would be okay and that four months really isn’t too long. It seemed to help; if only I believed it.
Four months is an excrutiatingly long time. Who am I kidding?
But at the same time, I’m certain that things will be fine between us—the wait is just going to kill me.
