WARNING: I AM ABOUT TO BE ULTRA-DRAMATIC FOR EFFECT

Allow me to wallow in self-pity for a moment. It's 1:30 am on Sunday night and I still haven't fallen asleep. Mainly because Ben isn't here to encourage me to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. On Wednesday of last week Ben left for New Orleans and Honduras with one of his professors to film more of his documentary. Thus Wednesday started the longest 12 days of my life.

I'll admit that for the first few days I relished in my independance. I baked a quiche that Ben doesn't like, rented a movie he didn't want to see, and went to lunch with my friends. But now it's just depressing. Like losing my right arm, or liver, or some vital body part.

The benefits: I'm working 8 of the 12 days that he's gone. Talk about getting lost in the work. But the downside (besides being apart) is that he can barely contact me in Honduras. He got there yesterday and I still haven't heard from him. I'm not worried, but I've already checked my email every hour tonight and emailed him twice. I'm pathetic aren't I? If my single self could only see me now, I think she'd be disappointed.

But that's because my single self didn't know what it's like to love someone like I love Ben. He's wonderful and sweet and I'm happy to call him my second half. How's that for dramatic? I guess that qualifies more under the "mushy" category. Sorry there wasn't a warning about that.