8 Days

My mind has been racing with "last"s of mine and Kelly's: today is the last real personal day he'll have; tomorrow is the last night he'll be staying at my house; Monday is our first/only (so far) Fourth of July together; Tuesday begins the last string of nights I'll be able to stay at his house. In 8 days, he'll be gone.

I already miss him. It feels odd, as he is still here. Every extremely adorable thing he does, I'm reminded that I won't be able to see him do that for months... if the Army doesn't kill his cute side. I am so afraid that he won't come back as the Kelly he left as.

I realize that I'm whining. As the day draws nearer, I feel more and more confident that everything will somehow be ok.