And it starts again. I totally thought I was beyond this, but I'm not. Every time I leave, I find myself just... shutting down. It's like for a few days my heart goes cold and my love ceases to exist. I don't know, I just want to get that off my chest.

I really wish I could figure out how to change this, but for now I just need to live with it. I'll be home sooner than I realize, after all, this is my third trip to the middle east.

Sunday, I leave for processing for the company, then shortly after... Afghanistan.

Love....