Entry 2

Dear Me,
I'm glad you're not so sad anymore. I'm glad that last night you stayed up till four in the morning, praying with all your might for resolution. It looks like it's working on you, you're smiling for real for the first time in days. I'm sorry that everything's not peachy, but I think you're beginning to understand that it's getting there. It just needs time. Like everything.
365.
That's what he told you when you were leaving, pressing your head against his chest, your tears staining his shirt. 365 days apart. You still remember his smile don't you?
"It's okay," He laughed, brushing your hair off your face. "At least it's not 366."
Did it help? Did it make you feel better? More assured?
Admit it, you can't even remember. The ache you feel after only 10 days apart clouds your thinking.
Reassurance is always there. I bet he doesn't know that you did the math and it's actually only 299 days apart. And since you're 10 days down, there's only 289 to go. See? The future is bright.
If only life wasn't so hard at home, you say. It would be easier to cope with the loss.
Silly girl, it's never easy.
Don't pout, we saw what that got you Entry 1. A stern lecture and a stuffy nose. Neither which you want right? Oh...you want to be lectured by him? Why? I can't understand this. Really, it's–
What? You just want to hear his voice? Even if it is a lecture?
Oh boy......You're a goner.