Brittany+Miller

BRITTANY - CAN YOU ADD A PHOTO PLEASE? ~Prof. Wendt 1/9

Journal 1 I was ecstatic when I found out that my boyfriend was going to drive with me back to Alma, instead of heading to Minnesota. He was giving me a couple more days to hold on to sanity. Three more days of feeling complete. Three less days missing him. Those three days flew by with classes and necessary errands around the school. But every night I had someone to come home to so I was content. I came home on our last night together, and everything felt odd. My happiness shrunk. His clothes were packup up to leave early in the morning. He wanted to take couple more pictures together, then begged me to sop doing my homework to spend time with him. But it wasn't until I lay in his arms to watch a movie that I realized, in the morning I would not havethis. In the morning, I will wake up cold, lonely, and abandoned. In that instant, my heart shattered. My safe little world that I had spent three weeks building back up was going to shatter as easily as glass when hit by a purposefully aimed stone. I broke from his hold and wept as if I had been widowed. But alas, his love calmed me down as he wipped my tears and coo-ed. I wrestled myself to sleep. To sleep with the perfect dream. The dream that one day I would have the chance to fall asleep every night in his arms. Dread would have to wait until morning.