The beginning of the LONGEST 3 weeks of my life.

What do you do when the past six months of your life you've been dreading a day so much that you knew you'd probably just die when it came. . . and then it came? Do you actually. . die? Cause that's probably what I wanna do right now. Die for three weeks. Die until I can know he's only a couple doors down or AT LEAST only a phone call away.

Am I being too whiney? Oh for sure. But just please let me be for a quick two secs.

I'm supposed to be leaving for Europe in three weeks and you'd think I'd be way excited, right? Wrongo. Because right now Europe feels like a home-wrecker. The girl that I dreaded the arrival of. . . she swooned my most precious possession into her arms with her luscious green rolling hills, cute brick alleyways, breathe taking vineyards, and endless amounts of gelato and crepes. So. . tell me how to compete with that. It's near impossible, I'll tell you that much. For some reason I just can't seem to plant a seed of excitement for my up coming trip to the land that is creating a tiny tear in my heart.

Alright well brb, I'm just gonna go check my phone for calls or texts I might've missed for Christopher Dan. Wait. CRAP.

On a happier note, we get married in 75 days!!!