It's 7:30am. I'm laying in bed next to him while he sleeps. I've got to get up and wake him up at 8 so I can start to get my things together and leave by 9. Only 205 miles separate us, but the longer we're together and the deeper I fall in love with him, the longer and more painful that feels. It'll be another 2-4 weeks before I can see him again. He works full time and is a full time student, so I'm always the one that has to make the drive and lately I've just been anxious about driving.