There was one night when we both lay in bed and chatted about our future. I went dead quiet suddenly as I recalled I only had 2 more nights with Tex before I leave, not knowing when we would meet again.
Leaving is not the problem. Not knowing when we would meet again, is.
To have a date is so much easier to trudge on in life without him. Without the date, we both are walking corpses in our own ways and trying to manage better.
Me: *keeps quiet*
Tex: Why? What's wrong?
Me: I feel down.
Tex: I know.
Me: What do you know?
Tex: I can feel your heart ache.
Me: *BAWLS*
We both concluded that we are too old for this LDR shit.
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