It’s been almost three months since my man left. People said it would get easier with time but it really hasn’t. It’s been hard.
When he left, I had two days until I had to fly back home so it wasn’t all that bad. I had family there, they kept me busy. It wasn’t until my first day back at work when it hit me.
I had just finished. I always called him before leaving the parking lot to tell him I’m done and that I am about to drive home. I realized then that I couldn’t do that anymore and I wouldn’t be able to for the next seven months, and so I sat there and I cried.
I miss him so much it hurts.
I guess I should start by giving y’all a little background on what this blog is going to be about.
On August 16 of last year, I dreamt about a man I haven’t spoken to in six years. Due to the nature of that dream, I felt the need to know he was okay. So… I did just that.
I found him on Instagram and sent him the following messages,
We had a few more exchanges after that.
When I got the reassurance I needed, I sent him this;
When I woke up again that day, I told him what happened. Three weeks after that, we started dating.
He’s in the Military.
Last week, he left for Germany.
This blog is going to be about the seven months he’s going to be away.