I can remember like it was yesterday, the feeling of my heart breaking into a million pieces as I watched the love of my life get on the bus. I didn't know when I would see him again. I didn't know when I would talk to him again. I didn't know what I would do when I got home. February seemed like lifetimes away.
February starts next week. That's the month that my love is coming home. I can't make that thought be real. I can't face that reality. Even though I know it's happening, I can't "believe" it. Not yet.