Diminutive Friend is my best friend, and will likely always be my best friend. She’s just the best. In case anyone needed proof, here it is:
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My heart is fond enough, thank you very much
Yesterday was Sister’s graduation party, and today she graduated from law school. We’re all so proud of her, and it’s pretty amazing she did so well considering that law school is hell, plus she hates reading and writing, and that’s all there is in law school. The party was fun, lots of old family friends whom we haven’t seen in a long while. They all came in just to congratulate our family on Sister’s success. So sweet.
Boyfriend couldn’t make it (again); he left for a job in Spain, which will allow him to be around for my trip to Ireland and Scotland. It was a pretty heart-wrenching parting. I always cry a little when he leaves for a work trip, but this time was tough. Recently we’ve been talking about how happy we are together. Boyfriend said he’s more in love with me than ever. We were sitting on the bed between his preparations for his trip, just chatting, and it struck me how lonely I’ll be without him. My face must have crumpled like a piece of paper, and I couldn’t hold it in. Boyfriend did what he always does: he said, “Don’t cry, girlfriend! Soon we’ll be in Dublin together and everything’ll be great!” He started listing all the fun stuff we’ll do abroad, but it didn’t seem to help. I love him so much. He’s my best friend. I still look forward to seeing him every day, even after more than four years. I’m proud of him for getting so much work recently, and excited that it’s allowing him to go abroad, but I miss him something fierce every time.
He said that if I cried, he would cry, and after a while, he did (a little). At the very least it’s nice to know that he misses me as much as I miss him.
At the graduation party last night, I was sitting and chatting with my cousins, and I randomly thought about how nice it would be to see Boyfriend later that night. Then I remembered that he was probably already on the plane, and I cried a little (again). I can’t remember being so effected by one of his trips since the first one. I should be excited to see him in Dublin, but I’m so lonely without him.
He said that we wouldn’t be apart very long, not even for as long as the trips he usually takes to visit his family on the east coast. He said the distance didn’t matter. I corrected him; it does matter, and he’s so far away.