Here without you

Strangest feeling ever saying goodbyes at the airport. I mean, I have done it before but never to a boyfriend. Family and friends, meh. I've been to boarding school, I'm used to not seeing people for over three months and considering I went to boarding school before the advent of facebook and free calls from telecom networks that meant three months of zero communication. Fast forward to 2010, my boyfriend and I had never spent longer than a week apart in our two months of dating and even then, it was texting all round the clock and 50 phone calls a day (okay, I exaggerate a bit - more like five 30minute phone calls but you get the picture) so when time came for him to get back to LA I didn't really know how hard it would hit me. I was all about living in the moment and crossing that bridge when I got to it. Well, that bridge is here and let me tell you, I have never had a harder time crossing - been bawling my eyes out and living on a strict diet of poetry and love songs. (Hence the title of the post. Three Doors Down, anyone?) Going to start a journal on how I get through each day. Hey, you never know I could sell it one day for millions - silver linings people, silver linings :)