And thus begins my preparation for Tuesday. It’s odd, I don’t think there’s been any point in time where I’ve been completely shorn from the neck down. Should be interesting.

It’s finally hit me, he’s leaving and going to be gone, gone, gone. I knew it from the first few days I got to know him, and allowed that to influence a few decisions. I don’t regret that decision, but I do regret not persuing a friendship stronger than I did. But, I do not regret getting to know him. I saw the person I used to be in him, and the person I wanted to become. The strength of character and conviction. It was someone I could truly, and honestly, respect in every fashion. He didn’t mind me being the slack-ass I am, thought the DPM shorts, tank and boots was cute, and managed to one up me on morbid things possible. Though, I’m glad that there’s someone out there who loves the odd gifts I can find, and wouldn’t mind receiving myself. Knowing that there’s someone out there, just like me, and then some. Quite comforting to me, in all my internal feelings of isolation, there is one person connected to me. A person who’s memories can tell a story, passed through a touch. I will miss the 3AM discussions on tattoo symbolism, the awkward silences that follow combat stories, the evening partings with the stop to hug goodbye that never exists, the stress relieving bitchfest after a night at the office, the giddy schoolgirl feeling of fear and anticipation before calling/visiting. All of it, tucked away in my memories. I will smile, and I will have reason to smile. I hope that feeling is shared, in some fashion.