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Jose leaves tomorrow. That's not the problem (well, it's like the root of the problem). Let me explain. I spent most of today (from 10am up until 7pm) doing nothing but making sure he had everything, going with him and his mom to get everything we didn't have, packing up both his suitcases and then going out and buying even more stuff. It was one of those days that just won't end. And it was fine, it was GOOD. I wasn't even sad.
And then I come home, tired and shit, and I think, "this is the last night Jose will be in Lima." And I think, I might not hear from him for the first day or two, considering he'll arrive to Madrid and then take the plane to Sevilla and he'll find his way to the hotel and God knows if he'll be able to call then and I think, "I'm going to miss his voice. I want to hear his voice," so I call him. And.
AND.
Two VERY BAD THINGS happen. First, his sister answers Jose's cell phone. As you can imagine, not what I was expecting, and if that wasn't enough... Second, Jose answers saying, "I'm playing," slightly pissed off, as if I should foresee that he'd be playing in his laptop and I SHALL NOT BOTHER HIM. *sighs* And then, when I tell him, "don't worry, just call me when you have time," sounding sad instead of mad, and two minutes later he calls, and asks what's wrong, and I kind of explain, HE GETS MAD. *sighs* It's at times like that, when I really, really, FUCKING DISLIKE HIM. *g*
Nevermind. That's me bitching. *shrugs* Who would have thought, two minutes ago, I was missing him. *grumbles*
And then I come home, tired and shit, and I think, "this is the last night Jose will be in Lima." And I think, I might not hear from him for the first day or two, considering he'll arrive to Madrid and then take the plane to Sevilla and he'll find his way to the hotel and God knows if he'll be able to call then and I think, "I'm going to miss his voice. I want to hear his voice," so I call him. And.
AND.
Two VERY BAD THINGS happen. First, his sister answers Jose's cell phone. As you can imagine, not what I was expecting, and if that wasn't enough... Second, Jose answers saying, "I'm playing," slightly pissed off, as if I should foresee that he'd be playing in his laptop and I SHALL NOT BOTHER HIM. *sighs* And then, when I tell him, "don't worry, just call me when you have time," sounding sad instead of mad, and two minutes later he calls, and asks what's wrong, and I kind of explain, HE GETS MAD. *sighs* It's at times like that, when I really, really, FUCKING DISLIKE HIM. *g*
Nevermind. That's me bitching. *shrugs* Who would have thought, two minutes ago, I was missing him. *grumbles*