16Well nearly two weeks later, and it finally hits me. I’m hopelessly attached.
After it first happened, I didn’t feel much different than before. I wished that we had more time to be together, obviously, but I didn’t think I would feel so sucky when it came time for him to leave. I guess the reality of the situation is finally sinking in; I won’t be able to talk to him for six weeks. And I don’t like that one bit. I can’t help but feel like I am the only one feeling sad. He probably isn’t walking onto the plane upset; he is so excited to be going abroad to Rome. He has so many exciting experiences ahead of him.
I honestly thought this would have no ill effect on me, but I was so so so wrong.
This sucks.
A lot.
There are no happy endings.
Endings are the saddest part.
So give me a happy middle,
and a very happy start.
-Shel Silverstein
when you know that two of your roommates are texting each other back and forth in the same room….talking about you <
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