17 days

17 more days until I will be living with the one I love. Time is standing still. I want time to speed by but it won't move. It's dragging it's feet and driving me insane. There's nothing left to do until it's time to pick up the truck and move. I can't find enough things to occupy my time to make the days go faster or the nights seem shorter. It's a slow torture that I knew would arrive as the time to move got closer but I never realized how difficult it would be to deal with. I knew it would be hard, but not this hard. It's 2am and I can't sleep. He's not with me. He's too far away and I can't shorten the distance yet. Time and miles will be my enemy for the next 17 days. There's a pounding in my head, not pain, but the sound of my own heart beat. A sound only he can sooth. I need to be with him, to take care of him, to love him. 17 more days. An eternity.