10 months

10 months.
305 days.
7,305 hours.
438,291 minutes.
26,297,438 seconds.
10 months to be without you. 305 days with you being gone. 7,305 hours knowing you might not be safe. 438,291 minutes of missing you. 26,297,438 seconds of worrying and crying and needing to hear from you. How can you be happy? How can you pack and get ready and be excited to go? I want to slap you for this, but I won't because I just need to hug you. I just need to tell you I'm proud of you. That I'll see you in 10 months. I know that you need me to do that, and of course I will. But I need you to know that while I'm doing it my heart is breaking. While I'm doing it I'm falling apart. You'll miss everything. I'll be 16 when you get back. I'll have my license and be half way done with my sophomore year. Camp's at Myrtle Beach this summer. How can you miss Christmas? Am I being selfish? Yes. I know I am. Of course you should go to Haiti. They need so much help...but so do I. What is this anyway? Home for 1 month, gone for 10? It's not fair. I can't do this. I'll miss you. Goodbye.