Where someone's last goodbye blends in with someone's sign
'cause someone's coming home: in hand a single rose..."
I feel that I've taken you for granted these past three weeks. Now, sitting quietly alone at gate 23 at the Calgary Airport, I can already feel my chest tightening at your absence. I miss you, love.
How utterly selfish must I be to not be overwhelmingly thankful for every second with you, no matter what we're doing? How inconsiderate must I be to be angry with you and waste such precious time? I disgust myself.
Another six months without you.
I can't even fathom it -- and yet, I have to.
But it's just too many days without you.
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