100 Days

Yesterday marked 100 days apart.*
 

Just to visit me in Charlotte, Daniel has driven over 8,000 miles. 

He should win an award.
 

To visit him, I have driven over 3,000 miles.
 

I have eaten more than 200 meals alone... 

I am guessing more than half-of-which were take out.
 

I don't have to share the remote control, but that is of little consolation.
 

Daily dropped calls are annoying.
 

Saying goodbye does not get easier.
 

On a bad day, regret over not accepting a ridiculously low offer lurks in the shadows.
 

Praying we don't have to wait another 100 days.

*This number is a reflection of the consecutive number of days we have spent living 400 miles apart.