Sir’s gone and I don’t even wanna go home because he won’t be there.
We got into a little argument before he left because I get all crazy about travel plans and he is a little more lax about being on time for his bus out of here. I freaked out because we were running late and he was kind of chugging along.
He made it, but I’m all sad our last hour together was stressful. Especially since it’ll be six weeks until I see him again.
Sigh.