Corny title.

It was memorable, however. I met all of Steve's family on Sunday and they all liked me, according to his mom. His parents really like me too; they offered to drive me down to Lancaster with them to visit Steve when they go. I don't know if I'll be able to (work...), but the option is amazing.

We spent eight days together almost exclusively in each other's company. We didn't even get close to a fight/disagreement. If anything, we got closer and mostly solidified some plans for the future, which was really exciting.
I'll get to see him this Saturday for my brother's grad party and then...I don't know. This was the last weekend we were able to be intimate, though, which is tough for me to handle. Don't get me wrong - sex is not everything. But the moments after - the cuddling, the laughing, the conversation...That is.

It's going to be amazingly difficult. He's leaving around June 1 (I have a microbio exam that day) and then I'm not going to have any contact with him except by phone. It's a terrifying transition and I don't look forward to a year without him.

At the same time, I can't be despondent forever, knowing what comes after that year passes. He needs to be there; I need to be here. That's the way it is, but that's not the way it will be.

Forever ago, I remember writing that I'm not his future. That I'm only a passerby in his life and that my contribution to his existence is negligible. This is incorrect. I am his future as much as he is mine, and no matter what happens, he won't be able to forget me, just as I won't be able to forget him. It's strange writing with this much certainty about something so subject to change, but I feel it's true.

Come what may.