every minute, every second ticks by interminably slowly.
it's nearly quitting time for her on day 2 of her trip/being away.
no word. no contact. no nothing. but i expected nothing. which doesn't make it an easier.
if it's a biz trip, there's a chance she'll be back tomorrow. otherwise, i expect it'll be monday.
the last 3 hours have taken days to pass oh so slowly. and three more just to get to the end of this fucking day. and then the night. and the morning. and tomorrow. and the weekend. and next month. next year. the rest of my life.
will it ever stop hurting?
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