I'll find a way to you if it kills me

I've been living a semester off of time. How much time is left. How much we've done. How much I've spent talking. How much I've spent away.

I am sick of time.

But it haunts me. I'm constantly reminded from birth control to due dates to the little iCal icon on my desktop that reminds me of the date.

But the cool thing..is this time.. i'm writing positively. Knowing that four.. four short..crazy hectic and stressful days filled with pulling possible all nighters and studying.. but four days. He'll be here. In this bed with me. I'll never want to get on my computer again. I'll remember everything I forgot. I'll get this part of my heart back that I've been missing for so so long. My confidence will return. I won't cry again unless its happy tears of his arrival. I'll be smiling so much it's going to hurt.

Four days my friends. We made it. Somehow, you and I.. we did it. Lets do this thing right. Lets do it how it should have gone. I'm ready baby. Come grab my hand.