Not much to say here. Friday night had potential to turn out bad, we were both in bad moods. Thank God it all turned out alright. I was just in a bad mood b/c of the trip, and all the driving and whatnot, and Chris was annoyed b/c I was annoyed. At least thatâˆšÂ¢â€šÃ‡Â¨â€šÃ‘Â¢s what I assume. I was really upset when he just went I just want to go home. I wanted to cry, but I kept up my stone faâˆšÃ‰Â¬ÃŸade.
When the fireworks started and his arms went around me, I realized that none of it was a big deal and what was I doing fucking up the last few hours we had together before I left? So then I was fine, and we had an enjoyable rest of the night.
Hard saying goodbye, but eventually we did and it was really cold.
The next day we had a pretty good day, well a pretty good few hours. He came over and I finished up some last minute stuff then we headed to HalfPrice Books. Anyways, we went to the airport. I wished that I couldâˆšÂ¢â€šÃ‡Â¨â€šÃ‘Â¢ve taken the flight that got in today instead of yesterday so that I could spend the night with Chris.
But alas, they found me a new flight so I had to leave. Saying goodbye wasnâˆšÂ¢â€šÃ‡Â¨â€šÃ‘Â¢t as hard as I thought it would be. I mean, it was hard. Luckily, both of us were able to resist from crying, though I wanted to. We hugged and kissed for a really really long time, though I donâˆšÂ¢â€šÃ‡Â¨â€šÃ‘Â¢t think the people who kept walking past us really enjoyed it. But whatever. So we said bye, and I love you. and then I didnâˆšÂ¢â€šÃ‡Â¨â€šÃ‘Â¢t want to leave.
Talked to him once from Ohio, and then once when I got back to the actual villa/apartment thing. I tried calling him today, but he hasnâˆšÂ¢â€šÃ‡Â¨â€šÃ‘Â¢t called me back yet. Hopefully he does soon. Or else IâˆšÂ¢â€šÃ‡Â¨â€šÃ‘Â¢ll cry.