The worst part yet wasn't driving you to Camp Geiger. No, that was peaceful. The worst part yet wasn't having Burger King for brunch with you and your dad. No, that was perfect. The worst part yet wasn't going into the army surplus store and seeing "USMC Wife" and "USMC Girlfriend" stuff on one side and combat boots on the other. No, that gave me hope. The worst part yet wasn't watching you on your phone in the passenger seat in the AC of your mom's car or carrying your bag to your building. No, I admired that. The worst part was you walking away in a hurry, because we were late. The worst part was only getting half of a hug and getting a "I love you too" over your shoulder and not having time to really look at me. The worst part was departing, walking in the opposite direction of you with your father and knowing you'd be gone instantly. The worst part is how I didn't think it'd be so bad, since I've been used to not seeing you for months at a time. But oh, the best part. That's yet to come.