A part of me came alive again today. He came to see me here. It was as if I was a whole person again, rather than the shell I've been as of late. He wasn't here for long, but as I watched him pull away, I felt like my heart was going with him. I love it here, but I hate that he isn't. I hate that we have to wait a week before we can see each other again and though there are things that help pass the time, they're like a band-aid over a knife wound. Inside I feel like I'm bleeding, and my blood is my tears. This doesn't feel like home yet...