week.

this morning i am heavy in the heart. sad in the heart.

curse my inability to wake up early. just the thought of you going makes me sad all over again. i don't want to do anything today, but i get to hide any sadness i have behind a pair of sunglasses for the next seven hours. i do not want to hide it.

this is a tough week.
a sad week.
and it's only the start.

i've said all that i've wanted to say, and yet i feel like there's still a lot left unsaid.

it was only right that your last phone call to me before you left woke me up. i'll miss you terribly, friend. i look forward to the day when you come home again, even more to hear all of the exciting stories you have to share.