I’m taking Matt home tomorrow. He has been staying with me and my family for a week and a half, which, in the end, I think will make it that much harder to have him go. Being so accustomed to having him around the house, around me…when he’s gone, the house will feel empty…and I will too. It’s not going to feel like home anymore. At least, not for a while. Maybe I can find something to distract me, to get me out of the house as much as possible. But at the end of the day, when I climb into my bed alone, I’ll be falling asleep alone, and waking up alone. That’ll be one of the hardest parts… Not getting a goodnight kiss. Not waking up to see his shirtless chest entangled in some weird sleeping position. Not making breakfast with him. We won’t be able to fight over the shortage of french fries, sit at the dinner table with my family, or watch Weeds in bed together before we go to sleep.
I will be doing all of that alone now.
