Is this boy that much a part of me that I can't be away from him for a week and a half without bawling like a baby? Yes.
Did I cry when he called me from his stopover in Atlanta [a mere 7 hours after I had seen him last] because I was so happy to hear his voice, because I missed him already? Yes.
Am I desperately excited for 6pm tomorrow when I can finally Skype him? Yes. Gotta love the world wide web.
Stu and I were doing some time conversions a few days ago, like, "one thousand seconds is 16.6667 minutes." I'm not sure why it started. I plugged in 1,000,000 into my calculator and converted that into minutes: 16,666. Then to hours: 277. Then days: 11.5 days. Which ironically enough is the exact amount of time that will lapse before I see my Stu again in the flesh.
Counting down the seconds...