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He called when he got to Atlanta, we said goodbye, and hung up. He called back five minutes later, said he wanted to make sure I wasn't crying, told me the guys all said they wished me the best, and to tell me he was so sorry for everything last night...we said goodbye, and hung up. I called his house to tell his parents that he landed fine and was leaving soon for Germany.
...then he called me back two minutes later. He said they were standing around, waiting to load up their luggage. Then, "Okay, I have to go. For real this time. I love you so much, baby..."
Annnnd boom.
I'm not crying. I'm actually fine. I guess I should stop dwelling on that, and be happy that I asked God for strength and He seems to be giving it to me. Instead, I'm all, "Something is wrong. I should be crying." [Well, now, gee, who do I sound like last night, looking for something wrong?] - I think Jarrod was thrown off that I wasn't, too; that's why he kept calling. I feel fine, though. I think, maybe, it's because I've still been hearing his voice, too. I don't know what it's like yet to go a day without hearing his voice. Even when he was in Washington, I heard from him at least once a day. So, I think it'll hit me when I don't hear from him at all tomorrow...or the next day...or the next day...
But for now, I'm gonna shut up and be thankful that I'm dealing with this well at the moment.
I have a new layout. I think I like it. Have a look.
Anyway...My tummy is growling. I'm gonna go write him a huge e-mail, put some more songs on his MP3 player, then watch more of my Simple Life DVD and get something to eat. Goodnight.
P.S. I went drink crazy at work today. I bought hazelnut hot cocoa, regular hot cocoa with marshmallows, French vanilla, and...Andy...I got chai! Yes, yes, I did. I'll let you know what I think of it. I thought you'd be proud. - And Maria and I almost went to Starbucks tonight for the third time this week already...but I declined, wanting to wait for my phonecall and finish up laundry and such. Maybe tomorrow, Maria? I get done at four. - :)
P.P.S. I am in love with this song. I love Genesis. I love Phil Collins.
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...then he called me back two minutes later. He said they were standing around, waiting to load up their luggage. Then, "Okay, I have to go. For real this time. I love you so much, baby..."
Annnnd boom.
I'm not crying. I'm actually fine. I guess I should stop dwelling on that, and be happy that I asked God for strength and He seems to be giving it to me. Instead, I'm all, "Something is wrong. I should be crying." [Well, now, gee, who do I sound like last night, looking for something wrong?] - I think Jarrod was thrown off that I wasn't, too; that's why he kept calling. I feel fine, though. I think, maybe, it's because I've still been hearing his voice, too. I don't know what it's like yet to go a day without hearing his voice. Even when he was in Washington, I heard from him at least once a day. So, I think it'll hit me when I don't hear from him at all tomorrow...or the next day...or the next day...
But for now, I'm gonna shut up and be thankful that I'm dealing with this well at the moment.
I have a new layout. I think I like it. Have a look.
Anyway...My tummy is growling. I'm gonna go write him a huge e-mail, put some more songs on his MP3 player, then watch more of my Simple Life DVD and get something to eat. Goodnight.
P.S. I went drink crazy at work today. I bought hazelnut hot cocoa, regular hot cocoa with marshmallows, French vanilla, and...Andy...I got chai! Yes, yes, I did. I'll let you know what I think of it. I thought you'd be proud. - And Maria and I almost went to Starbucks tonight for the third time this week already...but I declined, wanting to wait for my phonecall and finish up laundry and such. Maybe tomorrow, Maria? I get done at four. - :)
P.P.S. I am in love with this song. I love Genesis. I love Phil Collins.
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