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well he's gone. i heard an alarm and knew he was gone.
it's such a sad day.
i'm such a sad girl.
i am going to work tomorrow, and i'm going to get drunk tomorrow.
and i am hopefully not going to cry tomorrow.
everyone asks me; how can you be so hung up over someone you just met?
but i'm not sure they get it.
i'm not sure they understand love at first sight.
i'm not sure i can deal with him being gone.
all i can do is picture him on the plane and alone in toronto airport and wish i could be there with him, holding hands, hearing him speak, excited for adventure.
i wish
i wish so many things.
and they all have to do with him.
fuck-o