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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

24 February 2005 Thursday

Sand

slated in mood at 01:50 PM

Alberto leaves in less than two days. This morning is, I know, basically the last I had of him to myself, for at least a significantly long while (we’re saying about six months.. but that’s a bit hopeful). I miss him already. I’ve been really quite good about not thinking about the whole thing… while he’s been very stressed and overwhelmed with the thought of leaving, I’ve been putting off sinking into those feelings and thoughts until he leaves… I know I’ll have plenty of time for drowning a bit in all of that later. But of course it’s already been hurting and I already know how much worse it’s going to get.

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