Tomorrow Never Dies... but maybe today it should.

How can I describe the last two and a half weeks of my life? Ok... imagine that you are madly in love with a person that you have not seen in five months. You've been living your relationship out on skype, through email, and telephone calls. It's wonderful being able to talk, and you grow so much that way, but still you crave something more. Then, for two glorious weeks you spend every waking minute together. You see each other at your best, and at your worst. You get irritated with each other, and look after each other. You pick up where the other leaves off. You're one unit, together, content. So happy that people thousands of miles away notice the change in a photograph. Then the two weeks come to an end. What seemed like an eternity was only the blink of an eye. Once again you will be limited to phone conversations, and skype dates. Tomorrow is the last full day I will be in Alaska. On tuesday I'm headed back to reality. I don't want to go back to reality. I don't want to leave Alaska. I don't want to leave Ben. 

Yes, I know that this is not the end of the world. In a month and a half, he and I will be seeing each other again. We can do a month and a half. After all, we made it through five. Then after that (Lord Willing), I get to move to Alaska (though for how long I don't know) and we can live in the same town together for a summer. I know that time will pass quickly. That God will help me through this. But I don't want to leave. I don't want tomorrow to end, and another one to come and take it's place. If it wasn't completely financially impossible, I would suggest to him that we just get married right now. Ok, I'm overreacting. I know I'll be ok. I know we'll be ok. And that our relationship will be stronger because of this. But it's hard to let go of the feelings of happiness and contentment. I've been living in a dream and soon the dream must come to an end. I wish it wouldn't.