Which he? Lots, actually... but four in particular. You know which four. No need for names again. No need at all.

One is elsewhere alltogether, doing god-knows-what with his family, preparing, thinking, he's a military boy now.

One is elsewhere too, asleep by now, his hour's chore completed, I hope... dreaming of me? Maybe.

One is elsewhere, but a closer elsewhere, driving or drinking or talking or flirting, but he's at least in the city.

And one... one, I promised myself it wouldn't matter if he didn't show up online, if he went to bed, went to sleep, had other things to do, was tired of seeing me, whatever. Told myself it didn't matter. That it was ok. That it was just life, and it'd be fine, and just because I wasn't still over there didn't mean it would be ANOTHER two years before I'd see him again.

And now, 11:01, I'm still stressing.

Funny how life works.