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i have to get up in less than four hours but i'm still packing. or rather, at this point, re-packing and making sure i have everything for the eight thousandth time.
i'm really going to miss Matt. i know i'll see him again in a little over two weeks, but i'm going to miss falling asleep next to him, being able to hug him whenever i want, his company, even him waking me up wicked early in the morning to give me a kiss before he goes to work.
i love him so much. i'm so glad that i found him all those years ago.
i snapped at him today. i felt so awful afterward. things weren't working and i was getting frustrated, he asked if i wanted help and i just yelled. i instantaneously regretted it, and apologized a few million times for it, even after he had said that it was okay, and that he knew i hadn't meant it. but still... i hate when i do that. packing just makes me so stressed.
i held onto him so tight last night, and i'm going to hold onto him even harder tonight.
i'm really going to miss Matt. i know i'll see him again in a little over two weeks, but i'm going to miss falling asleep next to him, being able to hug him whenever i want, his company, even him waking me up wicked early in the morning to give me a kiss before he goes to work.
i love him so much. i'm so glad that i found him all those years ago.
i snapped at him today. i felt so awful afterward. things weren't working and i was getting frustrated, he asked if i wanted help and i just yelled. i instantaneously regretted it, and apologized a few million times for it, even after he had said that it was okay, and that he knew i hadn't meant it. but still... i hate when i do that. packing just makes me so stressed.
i held onto him so tight last night, and i'm going to hold onto him even harder tonight.