Realistic fiction

The past weekend has been a preview to the future and dream that has been reached. I became used to the warmth underneath the sheets, the close contact of skin, and taking a glimpse of the sunrise from my bedroom window next to the newly dubbed significant other. It was a beautiful weekend to say the least. Now it's back to reality which means breaking the streak of seeing each other every single day for who knows how long. Back to school, back to irregular shifts, back to test taking and grabbing on to every ounce of faith I can muster up before I leave everything behind. Speaking of which, I almost lost faith in the future because I'm not quite sure of where I'm needed the most right now. I'll be fine, it'll come to me sooner or later. Doses of reassurance are what I need right now, even if it means reassuring myself. This dream of finally leaving seems so distant, yet I can taste it. It's here, it's tangible. It's not fiction.