I'm tired, and sad, and aslkasjlsad.
I just want to talk with him about it.  I can't just take it like this.  I need answers, and I need questions from him.  I need something to go on.
I wrote a letter and gave it to him Sunday afternoon before he left.  He told me he didn't finish it because it was too sad for him.  I just want him to read it so he knows how I feel.
I'm wallowing, and I hate it.  I'm sorry.