It's mid-evening Saturday now and Jeff left a good twenty minutes ago. I shed some tears, as usual, and even he shed a few of his own. We had a lot of fun and today was as perfect a day as any perfect day could be. We made brunch for everyone and we all sat down together to eat. Later we went to the Flower Festival (an annual carnival in Lompoc) and then returned home. Jeff and my grandma and I went swimming in the pool and then we had a nice dinner from Subway. We played video games as we ate and before he packed up his stuff to go home we laid on the bed and hugged each other.
We may be young (he's almost 21 and I'm 26) and some may have questioned whether our union was a perfect match, but there is very little doubt in my mind that our relationship is anything less than perfect. Even with the squabbles and the occasional fight, our entire world is about loving each other. It's been a great 13 (almost 14) months and every day I thank my lucky stars for giving me such an amazing guy to be not only my future husband, but the greatest best friend I've ever had.
I love you with all of my heart, Jeffrey.
And now that he's gone and we're not sure if we'll see each other in 2, 3, or 4 weeks, it's time to move on with the life I live separate from him and to continue to search for a job and do my thing. And he will do what he has to do. That's what life is.