he's gone.

about as gone as he's ever going to be. my chingy-eyed boyfriend is in atlanta! i always knew that today would come, but it seemed so far off. now it is here, and i don't like it!

he's a grown man and all and has to think about his career, i know. it's for the best of both of us if he just completes the training now. he even said it himself: the only reason that he is doing this is so that he can support us better later.

he doesn't miss his family that he has left behind; i'm the only thing that he cares anything for. he feels horrible for leaving me now and even cried last night. i was a supportive girlfriend and gave him tons of good advice and had a smile on my face while i really wanted to just cry myself. he was smarter than i figured and after sex and right in the middle of one of my smiles, he said 'you're crying.' i was.

i can't stand being apart from him.