My monthly emotion

So, for those of you who I email chat with, you may have noticed I wasn't around on Friday. I was gone to the bright lights of Arlington, for my love Kylie Renee graduated with a BS in Biology from UTA. This was a bittersweet day of sorts, because the day she graduated was the same day she was moving home to live with her parents for a semester or so. Since Terrell is twice as far away as Arlington from Denton, and because she will be living with the 'rents, we will be seeing each other about 5% as much as we were. (For those of you who know, you know this is a big deal; we usually can't go more than a day without each other.) So, for now, not much snuggling (something we were great at), not much making out (something we were good at), and not much bickering because we are the only people around (this actually won't be missed that much).

Last night, we went to a Christmas program featuring her Mom (which was alright), and then dinner. I took her back to her parents house, grabbed some stuff, thanked her Dad for letting me come, and we went outside to say goodbye. Everything was cool, I thought we had gotten used to the idea, when I said, "We'll see each other pretty soon, right?" So, yet again, I made my baby cry. I managed to be the big man, tell her everything would be great, this would be a great thing for us (and also, I entertained her withstrange digestion noises from our mexican dinner). When I left, about 100 kisses and 15 minutes of tight embrace later, she seemed okay. After I got about five minutes away from her house, I was not. (I won't go into this, but I assure you, manly tears are extremely painful in comparison to completely losing it.)

I know that in comparison to some people, this is a paltry problem, and we should just get over it. However, you can't deny that this is the worst test we have faced, and though I'm not afraid of losing her, this will not be known as the salad days exactly.

I think I feel a little better than she does though, because I know that I got her a promise ring for Christmas. While this is not quite as flashy as an engagement ring, it proved to me in my heart that I will use this next year to change everything I need to to make her family love me. And then I will talk to her father, and get his blessing. One day I will make Kylie Renee Palmer into a new person called Kylie Renee Duncan. Because she made me a new person the day I met her.

Until then, good times? I don't know.