In exactly a week my boyfriend is going to rehab. I can’t visit due to Covid and he won’t be allowed a weekend pass to come home either.

Just how much I’m going to miss him is starting to sink in. I’m so happy that he’s getting help – I want a life with him and if he’s drinking all the time it’ll never work. This will be the hardest thing he ever has to do so I know that my loneliness pales in comparison. It’s going to be a long 6 weeks. His smile, laugh, kisses, funny voices, the way he smells… he has such a large presence wherever he goes. I’m going to bawl my eyes out when his cab pulls away at 6:30am and I crawl back into bed alone.

At the end of the day all I want is for him to be happy and healthy. Being apart and knowing how scared/sad he is away from everything he knows is going to hurt me… but this is all for his own good. I’m falling in love and I want him at his best to enjoy life, together.