because next year, you’re probably going to be thousands of miles away instead of hundreds, days instead of hours, two and a half months will become four months, and airplane tickets are expensive.
it’s been almost three weeks since your birthday. i’ve had some pleasant distractions, but i still miss you everyday. there are times when i think, just maybe, i don’t miss you all that much. then, at the strangest times, like in the middle of class, i realize it, and it hits me hard. i know you probably won’t see this, but i love you and can’t wait to see you again.