I’m going to miss Bryan. Terribly. I already miss him. It won’t seem real, the fact that I’m leaving, until next weekend. Tomorrow morning when he drops me at the train station, I bet we’ll cry and hug and feel despondent, but I can’t think that it’ll quite feel the same as next Sunday. That’s… that’s the goodbye for four weeks. At least I’ll be able to hear his voice during the day… *sigh* I can get through this. I can.