I can't help it...

My beau said he was going to come visit me, then he said that he wasn't. Normally that would make sense to me, but for some reason, its not sinking in, and everytime we don't take for four hours at a time, in my mind, he's on his way. I know that in reality, he's not, and there is no reason for me to be like a little puppy waiting by the window, but I'm not ready to let go yet... so maybe he will be here tomorrow... I'm sure he will.