is it the start of the end or just the end of the day

The days before I leave to see Mattison were mixed with anxiety and content, as I knew I would be there soon. The days in the middle were busy enough and maintained a somewhat regular routine that made them pass with ease. These days, at the start of a new seperation, have a profound depth to them and its almost depressing thinking about when I might get to see him again. I guess it's just best not to think about it.