*Jane*

One week in and things are already so much harder than I thought they’d be.

When Noah first told me about the trip, I thought that the initial sweep of heartache I felt would disappear soon enough. I mean, yeah, I love him. But that didn’t mean that I had to devolve into the typical, corny, sad not-quite girlfriend mooning over the guy while he’s away.

But as time wore on, I found myself constantly distracted by ...