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I answer my phone & he says, "If there's anything you want to say to me, that you've ever want to say to me, you have til the end of today to do it..." I ask why. He tells me that he's leaving, for good this time. He doesn't know where, but another country, some where far away, he hasn't decided. He goes on to explain that last night was a bad night & that's what did it for him. He says he's tired, "I don't want to wake up tomorrow, that kind of tired." He says that love doesn't exist anymore, & that he's been drained of everything--spiritually, emotionally, physically. He's got nothing left to believe in. So, he's leaving for good this time...& I'm trying to find something to say.