I've been packing things today and it hurts to think that I'll never see him again. Never hear his laugh, see his smile, kiss his lips, hug his beautiful body or know that I have someone to come home to that loves me.
I was doing better with the no crying thing when I would lay eyes upon him, but today was more difficult. At one point in the cleaning process I looked at him and just wanted him badly. I started to cry yet again. i'm tired of crying. i wish things were different.
4:38 p.m. - January 01, 2006
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