Forever and a day

The four weeks are almost up. Tomorrow, I pick Alex's mother up from the airport. If all goes according to what I think the plan is, on Tuesday they go home to California until the end of November.

How has it been four weeks already? It seems like less, but on the other hand, his mother being here to drop him off feels like a distant memory.

*sigh* I won't object to having my life back, but... I don't want him to go.

On an entirely other front, I miss the feeling of being in love with someone who's here with me.

Maybe I'm just tired.

More tomorrow.