On goodbyes and things I learned from Twilight

You can only say "I love you" so many times. There's only so many hugs you can give, and so much time you can hold on. At some point, you have to let go.

Justin has been gone now for 170 days. In that time, he's spent two weeks at home-- the last of which was about a month ago. This time was the hardest goodbye, because I knew he'd be leaving for seven months straight, and that where he was going would be dangerous and possibly unreachable by phone and internet. I was able to walk him to his gate in the airport on his last day here. In theory, this sounds like a great idea, but in reality it really just prolongs the inevitable last kiss, last hug-- last goodbye.

When you don't know how much time you have left, it makes the time you have all the more precious.