I actually hate goodbyes. But really who doesn't? I mean they're long, tearful and everybody dreads them. But in that moment saying goodbye to him was probably the worst feeling I've ever felt. My insides almost fell out of my butt, my heart was running a marathon, my head was trying to keep it together as I breathed him in, and worst of all, I didn't even know what to say. I think the only worse than goodbyes, is last words. What do you say? "Goodbye, it's been real, peace out." I mean I definitely could have said that, except for the fact that I already looked like an idiot just sitting there in his truck about to start bawling. Gah. It's going to be a long two weeks if I miss him this much already.
Goodbye, it's been real, peace out.
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