Apart

Well, crap.  As soon as March started getting close, as soon as we passed halfway on this thing, the Girl gets offered a scholarship for the last trimester.  That’d keep her away until June.  And we’ve done the whole “March to June” thing before, but it’s different with an additional six month absence tacked on to the start of that.  Nine months.  An entire human gestational period.  I’m seriously sick of waiting, but what am I supposed to do?  The official reason she was only staying through March was financial, but now the Florence Academy has taken care of that for three extra months.  So she’s set and any argument against her taking this scholarship is purely selfish.  I mean, if she’s okay with turning it down and still coming home in March, I’m not going to stop her, but there’s no way I can, in good conscience, tell her to come home now.  I mean, I’ll still be here in June, waiting.  This is her last chance in Florence.  That’s the whole point of her even being there now is that it’s her last chance in Florence and she needs to make the most of it.  Right?  It’s not fair to ask her to run back to Utah, get married and end a dream just because we could be together three months sooner?  That’s got regret written all over it.

Which reminds me to stop typing before I say something I’ll regret.  I gotta get back to work and listening to the Cure.