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Sunday, May 14, 2006
He made me promise that I would go for whatever opportunities came up for me this summer.I made him promise that he would always tell me the truth. To not be unnecessarily cruel, but to be straight.
I didn't know that the last time we had sex would be the last time. I thought we would have more time - in the morning or whatnot. But there was no time.
He told me to take care of myself. No more tears. Don't let some guy hurt me. Be strong. Have fun. I would have work. I would have working out. I would have pilates. I would have Europe.
We said we would stay together for now. And see what happens. If opportunities come up we should take it. And we'll see in September.
If things do come up in the summer, that means that today will have been our last day together. And the thought of that drives me out of my mind. I didn't want today to be our official good bye. Just good bye for now.
I was crying. He called me his sniffly baby.
I told him that when I had told him I loved him that I didn't want him to think that I only told him because I expected him to say it back. Because I didn't. I told him because I didn't want to regret not saying it.
He told me he still felt the same way that he had the last time we had talked. His mind was set. I guess he was refering to going back home after graduation. And marrying a Sikh girl down the road. And me being an Ontario only thing.
I told him I would miss him. He said he would miss me too.
I told him to call me one more time before he got on the plane. Tonight or tomorrow night. I told him to keep in touch. MSN. Email. Texting. Maybe the occasional phone call.
And I told him he was beautiful. One last time before he left.
I helped him carry things from his room to the moving truck. And we were out on the street and we said good bye. He gave me two kisses. They were short, but sweet - and full of meaning.
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