writers block

i've had a project scattered over my living room floor all week.
and i have writers block.
i know part of it is trying to make sense of something that doesn't.
i know part of it is prolonging the inevitable.

S is leaving on Tuesday for 3 months.
to pursue one of his passions - traveling abroad.
myanmar & laos are the two biggies if i remember correctly. a layover in korea. thailand? vietnam? 3 months. 90 days. thanksgiving, his birthday and mine, christmas & new years.

you can't say - don't leave me. that we've only just met - that everything is still new. you can't say don't go.
you can say that this is one of the reasons you admire them. having passions in life and pursuing them. you can say that you admire that they have the desire and ability to literally make their world bigger. you can agree that they really are the open minded individual you hoped to come across in life.

but someone's moving my cheese and i don't know which mouse i am.