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2004-02-09 06:53:54 ET This weekend I had to say goodbye to a very special person. The only thing keeping me from being completly depressed about it is the fact that I WILL see him again. I know in my heart I will. I love the way that whenever I think about him I feel happy and smile, though when I think about the fact that he's left I feel sad but happy that he gets to go home to his family. Whenever I look at the flowers he gave me before he left (beautiful red roses, I've never gotten flowers from anyone but my gay friend Lou, and I've never recieved roses), I look at them and smile. I miss him already. |
