He left on the 15th and for one intense day I realized how madly I do love him. I never thought I would grow old so soon. But I could not have chosen better arms to grow old in.
I woke up to a really bad dream. I read some really old and sad emails. I did everything I should not do when I am sitting alone and need to get out and get some company. I just wanted something to make me cry and howl because I couldn't cry at the airport or on the caltrain.
Then I realized that I didn't want to cry because the memories we shared and the hopes we have are so bright. I realized that this was just a preview of the movie the rest of our lives could be. I realized that no one encourages me the way he does and I would not be the same person I am without him.
