smile at the chance just to see you again.
Thursday, 12:20am.
72 hours more and I'll be boarding my plane out of here to another 300 odd days of jethro-less-ness.
I keep thinking I should post I should post because surely I have something to say about my time here with him, with friends. But then I come to this page and feel like maybe my pictures will do the talking for me. Always the lazy way out.
I guess it's pretty much confirmed that Jet's not going to come over to Canada to study (for various reasons). This puts our future in much haze, not that it wasn't already clouded with insecurities and doubts. This time going back, we'll be starting on our second year long distance and fifth year together. It's hard to keep count because most times I feel it doesn't matter how long we've been but how long we will be.
On the train back today we were talking and it came to a point in the conversation where he mentioned he'd rather I fly off at 1am rather than 10am because if it were the latter, I'd spend the whole night being sad. And I said, 'but i'll still be sad either way' and just saying that one line, that one word, made me want to cry. I half-punched him and told him not to make me cry.
I thought I could stay strong, make it through this trip without crying.