This week is going to be hard. Jory leaves tomorrow and I have no idea how long it'll be til I get to talk to him again. You're gone for the week so I have nothing to look forward to. It's my birthday on Saturday. I opted to work since I knew you'd be gone and you're the only person I'd hang out with anyways so why sit around and be bored all day long? I'm hoping work will keep my mind occupied, somehow I doubt it will.
Talking to Jory was hard. And it was quick. Which was fine & it sucked at the same time. I know he didn't want to say goodbye. I didn't either. But we didn't have a choice. I just worry. I know I'm not the only one. But yeah. It blows. No other words describe it better.
For some reason it's really buggin me that you're gone this week. I have this feeling it's gonna change something. I doubt it will, the thought is just there. I want to talk to you, actually talk, not text but I can't, won't, bug you on vacation. I doubt you'd say much anyways. Probably just tell me 'sorry, that sucks'. That's usually what you say. So why am I hating that I can't talk to you right now?
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Yes it is a hard week but we know he is doing what he loves and we just have to believe that he will be safe.
I love you and wish you were here so I could give you a hug and we could cry together - then tell random Jory stories!
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