Well, That Was Quick.

I mean, I knew I was adaptable, but wow.

Joe's been gone for one week now. It's been days since I last cried.

Maybe it's because I've been able to spend three Skype-hours with him each day, with more Skype and even League of Legends for hours and hours on the weekends.

Also, it's hard to be miserable when he's constantly showing me how much he loves me. He sends pictures of Korea and tells me about the cultural differences between there and America. He spends most of his free time in an echoey flourescent-lit room with hard chairs and loud people, just to be with me.

Still, it was difficult throwing away that weeks-old cheeseburger I dug out of the fridge. I couldn't leave it in there forever, but I was tempted to, because Joe made it when he was still here. But the towel he put on the back porch right before he left, the one I didn't want to move because he put it there and I didn't want to make him any more gone than he already was...I finally put it in the washer this morning. (It was blotchy, bleached where it had been exposed to the sun, and now I'll always think of it as the Korea towel.) I could probably even throw away the empty ice cream container on his desk without much of an emotional disturbance, but I don't know for sure, so it's still there. Just in case.

Our house became my house very quickly. I erased our everyday, sharing-everything lifestyle very quickly. I wanted to. I had to. Spend a few minutes each day cuddled up to a wall, sobbing, because something else reminded me that he won't be coming home anytime soon? No, thanks. Better to make this my place. "My" schedule (the one where I wake up at 4:00 in the morning because that's Joe Time.) My bed, my fridge, my food, my car. There can't be an Our right now.

Except for Our time...Our future...Our fingers blocking the vision of our webcams as we "touch" before goodbye......and always, always Our love.