It came in the mail. All square and brown and mocking.
"Open me, you know what's inside, and I want to see you cry."
Well, mister "Box", I DIDN'T cry thankyouverymuch. I held myself together. Okay okay, I admit, I smelled his clothes in vain, hoping that they would still smell like him. (They didn't, ugh)
I miss him so much, I really do. But I refuse to let myself mope and whine and act all depressed (okay, maybe there's been a lot of laziness and a lack of effort to do ANYTHING, but I'm working on it). I need to get used to this, to being away from him for long periods of time, to missing him and I want to focus on keeping our love STRONG. Michael doesn't want a mopey wife, he wants me to be me, and I'm going to do that for him. I'm going to be strong for him while he is being strong for me. (I'm totally going to eat these words when a few posts from now I'll be bawling about wanting him back, but I digress).
I love him so much and I'm so darn proud of him. I just know that he is blowing them all away and already working his way up in the ranks amongst the other "Future Sailors of America" (I think that's what they're calling them these days).
Well, I'm off to do some house cleaning. Then some "Me" cleaning, hehe.