It’s weird that at this time yesterday, I was still in Arizona, sitting next to my fiance and friends. 
When we were standing at security, I kept crying and couldn’t stop… But once I got on the plane, I think I knew I would be ok.

It’s like this, isn’t it.
When somebody dies, I don’t cry.
When I lose something materialistic, I don’t cry, even if it’s expensive.

But… when I lose my other half, I can’t accept that.

I think I’ll be ok, though. I just have to keep busy until I get to see him again.

It just sucks… Having to walk around with this big lump in my throat, needing to be ok. 

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