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So you come home after spending a week with a boy you love and you have a great time. You don't really cry a whole lot. Which would be an understatement. You cry at his house. You cry at the airport. The lady checking you in wants to know if someone died, and must have thought it pathetic you were simply leaving a boy. Then you get coffee because thats the one thing that always cheers you up, but it just upsets you more because its terrible. Then you call the boy, just to let him know that your there, but its not like he appreciates the call anyways, because hes playing teenaged mutant ninja turtles. It even makes you giggle because once he threw a three hundred dollar wrench down the sewer to "help out the turtles". And then you cry more when you get off the phone with him because you really wanted him to be excited you called, yet it was a waste of long distance air time on your cell phone. And then a boy stares at you and you feel so stupid so you go and sit somewhere else. Then a lady on the plane offers you kleenexes and the foreign lady next to you glares. Then you feel like ripping her head off, and wish there weren't social restrictions to that kind of thing. You get home and your best friend is at the airport to meet you, which is great, but her hugs dont compare to his. Days go by and you feel as if you cant have a good conversation with him anymore, and you hate it because its somehow your fault, and you just need to feel loved. And then you see that boy from the airport and laugh with him about how weird it is that you'd see him. And then it brings back how you felt that day when you left the boy you loved all alone on his driveway. And then you cry because you cant feel that love anymore. The one where you could spend forever in his arms because thats your favourite place on earth. So you sit in front of the computer, smelling his t-shirt, hoping he still loves you, because you couldnt go on without him.