Test Run

This morning around the 3AM hour my boyfriend left to go to Colorado with his Dad, to visit his transfer school.
Waking up in bed alone was a strange feeling, i was a little upset I didn't hear him leave. I had a heavy moment of "you don't know what you've got, until it's gone" this morning...and this is just the test run. It's not as traumatic, because he'll be back before the end of the week. I'll have two, maybe three days of a quite house, but visiting my parents in between on Wednesday. Considering heading down Tuesday also, dependent on metal state and perceived independence. It's about 4 months until things start to shift. It won't be long before he starts looking for a place in Denver, deciding what possessions to put in storage, and trying to hang out as mush as possible, because he'll be leaving for school.

I feel like I should be freaking out more.
I also feel like i'm not making the best of my time.

Now his acceptance into this great school, his school of choice, and only school he applied to, is contingent upon him receiving a mark of 80% or better in all his classes this semester. He's fully capable of achieving those marks. If he doesn't that will also be very bitter sweet, yes he'd be here for a little longer, but it's also tailed by the frustration of being stuck on the path to his career yet another year. I'm not counting on him staying, and have started to think about my path after he's disembarked.

I have options, and local support. Compared to what my love is going to endure, my trials are nothing. He's being rushed into a new city, with no family. Some acquaintances near by, I'm sure he'll make friends quickly. I worry for him, and about him.

What if he falls in love with some one smarter...