My boyfriend is doing his best to be brave. Tonight is the first night of many alone. Knowing that he’s scared, sad and lonely hurts so bad. I’ll be making a 2 hour drive 2x a week for 6 weeks to be his sole visitor. I’ll send him Skip The Dishes when he needs a change. I’ll answer whenever he calls or texts. I want him to succeed. We’ve talked about spending our lives together. I want a comfortable, happy life in his arms. We’ll both work hard and come out on top together. That’s my plan and I’m sticking to it. I was a 30 year old virgin, unable to trust, too fucked up to think I could love or be loved until he came out of nowhere and stopped me dead in my tracks with his big personality and gorgeous smile. I love him to the moon and back. His heart is my home and I don’t want to go to bed without him but one more sleep is one day closer to cuddling him in that little single bed again.