Today was the day Craig (my boyfriend of three years for anyone new) left to go home to England. I was doing extremely well all day, especially considering there have been some departures where I woke up, realized what day it was, and burst into tears. I was really good for most of the day. Until that dreaded moment when Craig said, “I have to go through the gate now,” as we were sipping Starbucks.

After four summers and three Christmas’s, it does get a tad bit easier, but i still get upset. My logic is the day that I don’t get upset (when we part for a long period) is the day I should worry. I think it is probably natural to dread saying Goodbye to the one you love. The first time I haven’t cried when we went to the airport (either me leaving England, or him leaving Canada) was last april when I came home after living in England for five months, and Craig was coming to canada in one month.

I’ll miss him obviously — hugs, kisses, his familiar smell, human comfort, etc. — but I’ll book my flight to England for Christmas this week and then I’ll have a date to look forward to.