So that's it for the angels, the full cast of my "angel project." Nobody steal it or anything, I'm still working on it. Kinda.
And that's it for the weekend too. How the hell did it get to be Monday so fast? I never notice time passing anymore.
It's been a long time since I cried at the thought of leaving someone. I don't cry when I leave places or people, usually, because I know I'll come back. This time that didn't help. Three weeks is nothing, and still I wept and would have paid dearly not to have to put the phone down.
Now I'm excited, and... businesslike, I guess. I'd be more excited if everything was pinned down, but... as it is, I'm packing, cleaning a bit, and soon I'll be heading out. I'm not going to extend this goodbye; we've said everything we had to say a million times already. Keep your eyes on this blog, though, my love: if I see something that just can't wait while I'm away, I'll post it here. As for you, keep writing on yours... I want a huge backlog of musings to come back to. That's not a request!

I love you. That's all.
*kiss*

Update: the passport and birth certificate have been found, although the passport is expired... good thing, too. No one wants to see that heinous picture. Anyhow, I'm on my way, and I wish you love from the sky, kiss you from among the clouds where I recline and wait for your voice to draw me home.

Labels: Brendon, Missing You