she flies out friday morning and flies in sunday night - i feel like a huge part of me is missing already. everytime we talk i get a lump in my throat and a little rain in my eyes. i'm going home for the weekend after the daffodil run with megan. everynight for a week i have cried silently before falling asleep. how is it that another person can fill such a void and cure any ailment i think i have. over and over i look at her and wonder what i would do without her.
cait i love you - we will be fine, not fun, but fine.
i will be waiting for you sunday night, bring me a present.
even without the daffodil run, i have an enormous amount of work for the week ahead - 2 very important tests that will determine (in my mind) the final outcome of the semester. my goal is to leave kennesaw (another sad part of my life) the same way i entered, on the dean's list.
back to the bright orange EKG book and the mountain of handouts. ugh. my heart hurts.
